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[before]

[Red's wandering down a fairly populated hallway and into a room along it, a tray of Halloween Town-esque food in one hand. As soon as he gets himself settled on the couch in that room and has the tray on the coffee table in front of it, there's a loud pop and what appears to be his jacket is suddenly falling from a few feet below the ceiling, right onto his lap. It's clean and crisp and a little brighter than his last one, which was burnt in a few places and starting to fray at the sleeves. The old one had been ruined by werewolfku, and had just vanished entirely a little while ago. He holds this new jacket up to examine it critically, before snorting and unfolding it to put it on.]

About damn time.