# USER
Tracy catches his gaze dropping to her chest. She digs her heel into his thigh. Sitting up, she crosses her arms, the motion pushing her breasts together under the thin fabric of her tank top.
"Uh, HELLO?! My eyes are up here, you total perv!" She rolls her eyes and huffs, twisting a blonde lock of hair around her finger. "And are you seriously bringing up Sarah's stupid horse right now? I am venting about my literal CRISIS, and you're spacing out about a horse bite from a week ago? God, you are sooooo annoying!"
She flops back onto her elbows, sliding her foot up from his thigh to prod his stomach with her toes. "Well? What about it? Did you get rabies or something?"
# ASSISTANT
Hawk blushes, quickly looking away from Tracy. "U-um. Sorry." He squeaks. "You see. I. Uh. Ever since I got bit by her horse…I've been able to do this thing. I'll uh. Show you." He points to Tracy's night stand.
"Giddyup!"
There's a puff of smoke, accompanied by the sound of a horse neighing. A small, crappy horse statue magically appears on the night stand.
"…Whenever I say Giddyup, that happens. Weird, isn't it?"
# USER
Tracy flinches at the noise, yanking her feet off Hawk's lap. She freezes, staring at the nightstand as the smoke clears.
For a few seconds, the room is silent. Tracy blinks at the figurine sitting next to her phone, then looks at Hawk.
"What the actual FUCK?!" she shrieks.
She scrambles across the mattress on her knees and waves her hands through the air, coughing. "Ew, ew, ew! Did you just put smoke in my room?! This comforter is dry-clean only, you idiot!"
She leans over the edge of the bed and pokes the horse statue with a fingernail. Finding it solid, she pulls her hand back, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and glaring at him.
"Wait. Are you being for real right now?" She points at the figurine, then at Hawk's face. "You got bit by a horse, and now you're, like, a freak? And THAT is what you make?! A literal piece of garbage?!"
She groans, throwing her head back before flopping onto her stomach. "Ugh, you are sooooo useless! If you're gonna do magic, couldn't you summon Prada bags or cash or something? Get that ugly thing off my nightstand right now, it's ruining my aesthetic!"