[Magnus is partway through carving a wooden bowl, which is how he spends most of his time, these days. There's plenty of wood to go around, with all the collapsed buildings around town, so he's devoted much of his free time to... a throwback hobby, if you will. It's not like he ever gave up woodworking, not like he ever could, but it's not something he's done with the majority of his time for a while now. He simply didn't do it as much as he used to, when it was no longer his job.
But, hey. These days, he's been feeling the bittersweet pang of nostalgia. So whittle he shall.
He freezes, though, when his door opens without warning. Magnus happens to be wearing an undershirt and boxers, so not the worst thing Lup could walk in on, and a wood shaving falls to the ground to punctuate his stunned silence.
He watches her, mouth agape, as she drops a fucking disembodied double dick on the ground, fingerguns, makes a callback, and just fucking walks out. As soon as she exits, though, he shoots to his feet, forgetting the bowl, and follows after her. He's not letting her just micdrop like that, okay. Dickdrop.]
Come on, you could at least fry it! I don't think sushi has been invented!
WHAT A GIFT
But, hey. These days, he's been feeling the bittersweet pang of nostalgia. So whittle he shall.
He freezes, though, when his door opens without warning. Magnus happens to be wearing an undershirt and boxers, so not the worst thing Lup could walk in on, and a wood shaving falls to the ground to punctuate his stunned silence.
He watches her, mouth agape, as she drops a fucking disembodied double dick on the ground, fingerguns, makes a callback, and just fucking walks out. As soon as she exits, though, he shoots to his feet, forgetting the bowl, and follows after her. He's not letting her just micdrop like that, okay. Dickdrop.]
Come on, you could at least fry it! I don't think sushi has been invented!