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[ The sudden drop of a hat atop his head seems to do the trick. Out of sight, out of mind—although how that works with an animated broom... who even knows. With his apparently offensive hair covered, the broom rights itself on the floor again and brushes away, probably off to find its next victim.

Akira watches its retreat for a moment before looking down at this apparently kind passerby. ]

Thanks for that. I was starting to think I might have to fight a broom. [ The Witches here seem nice and all, but he's not sure how kindly they'd take to one of their magic servants being snapped in half. ]