( his cape might not be as detachable as rook's, but it doesn't take more than a thought for it to shorten into something more similar to what his asgardian cape had been: artfully ripped towards the bottom, still wrapped snugly around his neck with enough fabric to make a nice hood out of it if he feels like hiding. not great for protecting one's head in case of any drowning incidents. great for being dramatic, which is the whole point of it.

billy pulls in a breath, shakes his head. ) Sorry. Not on you. ( a wave of his hand. ) Wood witch and potential drowning in capes whining I mean. I've had a day and getting inter-dimensionally kidnapped got in the way of my plans to lay down and never move again.

( david'll get it. unless he's a different david, which he might be. how many davids has billy met? and how many of them were evil? too many to count. he's walking at a steady pace though, and letting rook move as he wants around him. falling behind, walking ahead, wherever. )