#magicbeaks

So picture this! Beaks getting Magica to spend time with him by saving I'll give you x magic object at the end of the week. Graves happy he's hired to kill Beaks (does a check. It's not Beaks paying him to fake an attack) magica now has to protect Beaks because he's the only one that knows where x object is and Graves pointing out she doesn't like him either

"look, he's growing on me"

"I am!?"

Green Magica De Spell x Mega Beaks

Magica:What do you want?

Mark:are you from Tennessee?

Magica:no

Mark:cause your the only ten I see

“What do I say, what do I saaaayyy???” Mark whispered into his phone.

The voice on the other side of the line sighed. “How should I know? Hitting on evil witches isn’t one of my skills.”

“You could at least try to help instead of just being useless!” he grunted and tossed the phone as far as he could - which wasn’t particularly far, but it managed to land in the water. He pulled out one of the back-up phones in his pocket and started typing.

“U suck”

He didn’t expect her to respond to that and settled on doing an internet search for ‘cool things to say to hot witches’ instead. The results were surprisingly vast, but even he could tell they weren’t very well thought-out.

Still…he didn’t have a lot of options.

Taking the third suggestion he saw, Mark swiped a hand through his pompadour and quickly sauntered over to the woman on his mind, who got up from the table she’d been sitting at and started to walk away.

He appeared in front of her and leaned his arm against the wall. “Hey there.”

Magica stared down at him. “What do you need?”

Mark cleared his throat. “Did you cast a spell on me? ‘Cause I can’t get you off my mind!”

“…what?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, um…” Mark scrolled through his phone for a second before looking back up at her again. “I’d love to ride your broomstick!”

Magica didn’t even respond that time, choosing to simply stare at him.

Undeterred, Mark picked out another line. “I could really use your help finding my magic wand.”

“Alright, you’re done with this,” Magica said and grabbed his phone - crushing it in her hand. “Those were all pointless and cheesy.”

“Aaannndd…..?” Mark asked with a hopeful look on his face.

She rolled her eyes. “And I’m lactose intolerant. Now move out of my way!”

Magica pushed him to the side and continued walking - to the bathroom, apparently - and Mark just watched her go. He smiled and grabbed another one of his back-up phones so he could text Agent Dee with the good news. “Oh, yeah. She’s so into me.”