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[Magnus's roommates are social enough that people tend to come and go through the household without warning—not that anyone really has to give warning. If someone makes it past the wards, they're cool. He's used to people wandering through.

Magnus can be found most evenings after his work day in the living room, losing at video games; or, in the kitchen, eating directly from the fridge (which remains wide open); or maybe whittling away at some small wooden thing. If you're lucky, you'll find him wearing pants AND a shirt.]

Edited 2018-03-11 19:59 (UTC)

[ It hasn't been long since Barry first arrived. He was in the assigned apartments for a grand total of three days before he found his family again. Quick paperwork change and boom. In the bed of his true love he was, thanks to her brother. He and Lup were taking advantage of being together and he hadn't really came out much. She'd missed him. He couldn't blame her.

He finally wanders out of the room to get something to drink. And that's where he finally sees Magnus, who Taako had already told him was there. He brightens. ]

Hey, Sideburns!

[ He doesn't waste a moment in going to wrap arms around him in the biggest bear hug, no matter what Magnus was up to. ]

[Hey, no fair! Magnus is the one who gives the biggest bear hugs!! Nobody gives a bigger bear hug than Magnus!!

... Except he's non-responsive when he receives this one, because he can hardly believe it. Is he hallucinating? He lets it happen, and when it's done, he steps back and grabs the guy by the shoulders, holding him still, examining him up and down to make sure this is really who it looks like. Magnus hazards a glance at his legs and, yep, those are some certified bluejeans. (As if everyone in Riverview doesn't also wear bluejeans.)

His mouth curls up into a still-surprised grin.] Holy shit, Barry Bluejeans! [He pulls Barry into another hug, and this one is bigger because Magnus is the one who gives the biggest bear hugs, okay?] What the fuck, dude! You're finally here!

[ Oop, that's a broken hug to check him out. He'll take it, though. He could understand being here and being so surprised to find members of your family again at last. He smiles big as Magnus makes sure he's Barold J. Bluejeans.

Yep. It's him. In the flesh. And now they get the proper hug done. Aw yeah. That's the stuff. His arms are wrapped around him without any hesitation. ]

Tell me about it!

[ The hug goes on longer than it should for most men but neither are most men. ]

How you holdin' up here, buddy.

[Pssh. No such thing as a hug that’s too long. He does let go of Barry eventually, though, so they can have a conversation.]

I’m doin’ great, dude! Even better now that you’re here! I knew you’d be around eventually.

[An important thought strikes him.] Wait, how long have you been here? Who knows you’re— [He grabs Barry’s shoulders.] Lup. Have you seen Lup yet.

[ Aw, what a fuckin' sweetheart. That was Magnus for you though, huh?

Barry startles a little at the grip to his shoulders but oh. Oh, that's such an easy question. He eyes Lup's bedroom and turns bright red before turning back to Magnus. Look a little smug. ]

Oh, I've definitely seen Lup.

Eyyyyyy.

[Gods, they must have had that exact exchange a thousand times. Dumb boys.]

Okay okay okay but, how long have you been back? I can't get too mad at Lup for hogging you, but have you been here in this house this whole time and I didn't even know? I gotta take you out on the town, dude! Get some drinks or something!

It hasn't been long, promise. Maybe a full day? Taako found me first on that Friendr thing.

[ He blushes deeper, if at all possible. ]

And then Lup...

[ Cough cough. ]

But yeah! We're totally gettin' drinks dude. Any time.

[ It's the 'losing at video games' part that Kravitz happens to wander in on. He hasn't long come in from shopping - which is how he likes to think of his newfound hobby of wandering around unsuspecting people's places of business and peering curiously at things he doesn't understand, occasionally buying things just because they happen to catch his eye. Today's purchase is a box of glittery bath bombs. Shock and awe, the bird man has a vague fondness for shiny things. ]

Oh, hello Magnus.

[ He greets the man casually, as you might someone you've been tangentially friends with for a good year and a half, and draws closer to watch with idle curiosity what's going on on-screen. Video games, too, are a new concept. ]

Are you controlling that..?

[...Who's this guy.]

Uuuhh...

[No introduction, hardly any warning, as if he's been here before—and he knows Magnus's name. Either this guy is really rude, or they've already met and Magnus was so high he'd forgotten the encounter entirely. ...It's probably the latter. Shit. He opts to pretend he remembers this dude, because that's the logical way to deal with this situation, obviously.]

Oh, this? [A nervous chuckle as he lifts his controller into view, then continues to play, nonchalant, no big deal.] Yeah, Cisco helped me pick this one out. But I kinda suck at it. I mean, I suck at pretty much every video game, but, y'know. New concept and all. [His eyes glance between the games, and the new guy, and the games again. Hard to maintain eye contact with someone you're pretending to recognize.]

[ Talking to Magnus is such a normal thing to Kravitz, though, that he doesn't notice the difficulties he's inadvertently putting the other man in. Simply sits nearby completely uninvited, still peering curiously at the screen. ]

Amazing what people will invent given enough free time.

[ Of course, he too is inundated with free time now, but he's pointedly not thinking about that. Produces from the shopping bag he's still holding his shiny new pink-and-gold box and holds it up for Magnus to see. ]

Have you used bath bombs before? Seems like such a weird idea, I'm not sure what possessed me to actually buy them...

[ He looks at it as though expecting it at any point to do a backflip. ]

... Suppose they reminded me of Taako.

[ The box is definitely gaudy enough. ]

[Ooooh. Friend of Taako's. ... Special friend of Taako's, even? He does seem rather comfortable in the house, just chilling in the living room like he's familiar here. And he's got on a bunch of fancy clothes, too. The shoe fits.

So far, Operation Figure-Out-Who-This-Guy-Is is going pretty smoothly.]

Bath bombs? Sounds messy. [He laughs, glancing in even intervals between the television and The Guy as they converse.] So didja buy that for Taako?

[ Honestly, Kravitz hadn't thought of actually giving them to Taako - he generally assumes Taako has more than enough of any given pretty thing, or else just isn't interested in it. It makes it difficult to find gifts for him. ]

Hm. I hadn't thought about it.

[ He shrugs, putting the box away. ]

I suppose he can have them if he wants them.

[ See also: anything Kravitz owns basically ever, because he's a giant mushy failure. ]

I was mostly just curious since I'd never seen one in Faerun. It's, ah. Pretty wild around here, huh?

[Magnus perks up at the mention of Faerun, which is a big hint. So big, in fact, that he forgets he was pretending to know the guy. He pauses the game and, with a smile, asks,]

Oh, shit! Are you from Faerun? Me too, dude!

[ Hold on - what? Kravitz stops for a second, fully caught on the back foot, suddenly with no idea what's going on. ]

I know..? I mean, I know that you... aren't...

[ He considers Magnus for a moment, and then - wait a second. ]

... Magnus, forgive me if this is a stupid question, but do you actually remember me at all?

[Magnus bluescreens; it takes him a moment of thinking and staring to figure out he'd made a mistake. When he comes back around, he blinks, then sputters a little bit.]

I, uh. I'm gonna lay it all down here, dude, I've never seen you in my life.

[Busted.]

[ Kravitz blinks for a second, and then just... laughs. ]

I suppose that's one way to do it. Were you hoping I just didn't ask you any questions?

[ Gods, how in all the world is he going to explain this. Even trying to run through the general gist of how they've come to be on friendly terms, taking into account the way being in this place has already thrown so many spanners into the works, feels as if it needs to be in a tense that doesn't actually exist. Past-present-future imperfect. Something like that. ]

I, uh... Well, I'm Kravitz. I'm... we know each other. Or did. Or... will? Back in Faerun.

[ How does anyone do this, this is already exhausting. ]

If you don't know me then you must be from before the incident at Miller's laboratory... I don't know, how much do you actually know..?

(Lucretia and Taako have been mildly friendly to each other lately, so she's decided to push her luck by swinging by, seeing if she can hang out with the rest of the gang for a bit (though she gives one of Taako's wards a pointed little ping on the way in, just in case he doesn't want to accidentally run into her). She's even stayed away the requisite amount of days required for Barry and Lup to get their long-awaited reunion out of their systems; in short, it feels safe to visit now. Maybe they can all do a movie, or just sit around and talk? Almost like old times.

Happily, Lucretia's first encounter once inside is Magnus. She actually runs into him in the kitchen with his head directly in the fridge: a familiar sight. He hasn't got any pants on. Alas, also a familiar sight. She hardly blinks as she comes on without announcing her presence, crossing to the bench to find the jug. Thanks to this, coffee has become necessary.)

Sorry, am I disturbing something? Should I come back later?

[The sound of Lucretia's voice only startles him for a second; it's still familiar, so he recovers quickly. He's holding some packaged leftovers in his mouth when he removes his head from the fridge.

Muffled:] Oh, hey.

[As he closes the door, he removes the obstacle from his mouth.] Nah, s'just breakfast time. You're always invited to breakfast time. [He continues his food prep routine like her presence is no big deal, opening the box to reveal that his breakfast of choice today is barbecue nachos. Breakfast of champions. He doesn't consider his pantslessness until he's started the microwave timer.]

Oh—oops. [He glances down at his boxers, but he shrugs it off.] Sorry 'bout it.

(Lucretia snorts with laughter at the sight of him, but returns to making herself some coffee like it's nothing. While she's at it, she warms a cup up for Magnus, fishes a strainer out of the little drawer beneath the bench so she can make him tea. Magnus continues to make breakfast for what is presumably now the pair of them. This is very reminiscent of Starblaster days to the point where the sight of her aged hands when she goes to pour the boiled water takes Lucretia by surprise, if only for a brief moment.

Stupid.)

It's fine, (she says, waving a hand dismissively,) honestly, it feels like home. Here.

(She places the mug down his end of the little island in the middle of the kitchen. It's in his mug. Or, at least, she has presumed that this is his mug by sight alone.)

What's cooking?

Jus' some leftovers, [he says, followed by a yawn.

Does it occur to Magnus that Lucretia might want to know what the leftovers are? Nah. But it must occur to him that she might want something for her coffee, because when he retrieves some honey for his tea, he also grabs some creamer and places it next to Lucretia.

The microwave dings and he sets his plate of soggy nachos on the island, positions it to share with Lucretia.]

We also have, like, bagels n' shit, if you want more of a real breakfast. [Magnus enjoys shoveling sauce-drenched pulled pork monstrosities into his gob, but he knows that's not for everybody.]

Oh, (she says when Magnus sets down his limp nachos, reaching out to pluck one from the bowl. She's not one to turn down free food though, so she tries it. Swallows without... really having to chew.)

Thank you Magnus, they're so... soft.

(She makes a face.) Where are those bagels at?

[Magnus isn't even offended at her reaction to the nachos. He laughs.]

Siddown, I gotcha. [He retrieves a bagel from the pantry and sticks it in the toaster, followed by cream cheese from the fridge, placed in front of Lucretia. He's having a little bit of fun playing waiter. ...Hoodie-and-boxers-clad waiter.

Now that he's been walking around and holding conversation for a few minutes, he's woken up a bit.] How's life, Creesh?

(It's impossible not to fall for Magnus' rustic hospitality; Lucretia smiles as she watches him fetch her things, elbow propped on the counter, chin on her hand.)

Full service, huh? I should come here for breakfast more often. (It's maybe a joke. She yawns.)

Good, good. Pretty routine all in all. Magnus– I sort of hate it.

Oh, that's—Oh.

[There is a pause, but Magnus finds himself and pointedly returns to the fridge for a moment and grabs what appears to be a pitcher of tomato juice and a bottle of vodka. It's nothin' fancy—it ends up in plastic cups with no garnish—but he serves the two of them up some Bloody Mary's (Taako's recipe).]

What's goin' on?

(She chuckles, accepting her cup gratefully; a Bloody Mary in a plastic cup is perfect. This is how she feels. She taps it against his own in a mock clink before she has a sip.)

Thank you. It's just that I've been here for almost a year and I'm– it feels strange. I feel like I should be moving on.

[Thoughtfully, he takes a sip of his own.]

Now that you mention it—I think it's been eight months for me. I didn't realize it until you said so, but it does kinda feel like... hm. [He's not great at metaphors, give him a second.] Like I'm in the falling action part of the year. Like there's only a few months left. Dang, I might still be here after that.

[He pauses, brings a hand to his chin.]

Do you want to move on?

Yes, exactly.

(That's the perfect way to describe it. It does feel exactly like the winding down of a cycle, when all of them used to get so restless and eager for somewhere new to be. Lucretia swirls her Bloody Mary thoughtfully.

When she glances up, Magnus is looking at her. Is his expression slightly knowing, or is she just imagining it?)

I... (she hesitates.) Yes? No. I don't know. I should say yes, but...

Why? I mean—why do you think you should want to move on?

[He asks this genuinely, not rhetorically. He's forgotten about his food and drink for the moment. Across is face is a hint of concern, but he hopes it comes across more like attentiveness.]

(She catches the concern and sighs, running a hand light over the top of her head.)

I don't– I think I have imposter syndrome. I should want to go back home and fix everything- and I do, Magnus, believe me- but... part of me wants to stay.

(It's clear she feels guilty about this. Her posture has grown very tense.)

[He has to pause and think about this one, to avert his gaze into the dead space of the kitchen.]

Actually, I... I mean, yeah, I guess we gotta go home eventually, but. [He pouts a little, looking into his cup without drinking.] But I was having so much fun here I kinda forgot about it.

[Magnus hadn't thought about going home to fix things until this moment, actually. It's clear he feels guilty about that.

When he's done pouting, he looks back at Lucretia.] I want to stay, too. And I'd be real sad if you left without me.

[There's an implied but... at the end of that statement.]

(It's wild that this is the first time she's really talked about this. Lucretia supposes there have been plenty of distractions, plenty of things she's been able to throw herself into in lieu of having to sit and think.)

I know what you mean.

(A small, guilty silence hangs between the both of them for a moment before Magnus breaks it.)

I'm not– I don't want to leave without you, either. (The thought of this is distressing, actually. She's been living on borrowed time here, and she has no idea when it will run dry and she'll be forced back to just outside of Wonderland, alone and injured and panicked.) I don't want to leave you, or Lup or Barry or Taako. I don't want to leave Beverly.

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