#kingofmagnetism

"Watch this." He places a finger on a glass and grins when it shatters.

He tries to keep his voice level and fails, miserably.

"I, don't remembering ordering pizza." He says at the door of his apartment.

Imisshimsomuch.

The blonde scrutinized the man in front of her for a few seconds - There was no doubt about his identity, of course, but in all technicalities, the blonde had since long learned there were more than merely trusting your eyes to tell you the truth. "Erik." She greeted - cold, crisp voice stark against the thin air, as if still deciding whether the man in front of her was the one whom he bore an eery resemblance to. "Whatever is it that you might want?"