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“ wake up -- ” she says, nudging his side with her knee. he’s passed out on her couch...again. “ you’re making some ungodly noise and it literally woke me up from my room. wake up or i’m smothering you with a pillow. ”
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“ -------- i just realized i have no idea where the laundry room is on this campus. “ / @acquiredcraving ‘ed.
“You’re lucky -- there’s no shortage of ALCOHOLICS around here.” He might be a little envious that the other has something to distract him, while the ONE THING Damen loved has been turned obsolete in this town. || @acquiredcraving
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cat eyes inspect the scene before him with mild interest, crouched with elbow propped against thigh, an attempt’s made to inspect the cause of the crimson blood staining his skin. it’s a peculiar scene, although not the strangest thing he’s seen by far. the almost tangible energy looming however, is enough to give him pause. ❛ ------hello? earth to sleeping beauty, it’s time to wake up. ❜
❛ —— .. w - who are you .. ❜
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When Pandemonium lost a bartender, of course they had to gain a new one, which was where Mack had come into play. Magnus had spent weeks shamelessly flirting with the man, finding that he didn’t seem to mind it one bit he continued to do so. One night he had even decided to stay late and help the man close up the club – which he never did. The warlock wasn’t necessarily fond of being there till the last customer was out or even to help clean up, though he would make an exception and play the mundane card as long as he could ¬– taking into account his present company.
Of course the one night he decides to stick around and get some one on one time with the new member of Pandemonium; things took an interesting turn.
An attempted attack was made, a Wendigo in New York – who would have thought? Though with his cat-like reflexes, and the fact that the attack was no-where near subtle or quiet in the least, Magnus was able to send a blow of magic into the bartender that sent him flying across the club. Immediately regretting how much power he had put behind the blow Magnus approached the man carefully – taking in his transformed appearance as he sedates him just for his own safety at this point. With a flick of his wrist he quickly locked up the club, cleaned the place, then with a flourish of both hands he opened a portal. By the time he looked back down at the man he was back to the face he had known, scooping him up he carries him through the portal and to his loft – figuring the least he could do was take care of him and make sure he healed him.
Magnus had spent quite some time mixing potions to help with the aches and healing process along with the countless hours he had spent hovering over the man in order to fix the damage he had done. Surely this would cause some confusion in the morning but at the end of the night the warlock tucked the handsome bartender into one of the spare rooms before heading off to bed – hoping that once Mack was awake he might be able to provide him with some answers.
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It was rarely ever hard -- little to no real effort when it came to petty breaking and entering. Case in point, Cold relaxing in the loungeroom of a house that seemingly looked untouched despite his apparent ‘visit’. And that of a house of a cop no less. Which is why he leaned back in an armchair in all his glory when he was finally graced with McKnight stepping through his front door. “Word is: you’ve got something for me, detective.” Announcing himself suddenly with a nonchalant lawl at the benefit and satisfaction of catching the officer off guard.
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“Why are you even ASKING me this?”
