[ magnus doesn't know richie well enough yet to know how truly shocking it is to find richie trashmouth tozier at a loss for words, but that last little pet name sure managed to do it for him. he splutters violently for a moment, not even bothering to give the newly blasted hole in the ceiling a second glance. his eyes are wide behind those thick, magnifying lenses. ]
Biscuit????!?
[ and anyway, who the fuck does this guy think he is, judging richie about shit that he hasn't even made an effort to give the man an impression of yet? attacking his rhythm and teamwork of all things?? people are free to think he's dumb as a bag of rocks, but those are two things he simply won't budge on.
he takes a blatantly confrontational step toward magnus, uncaring that he just saw this guy blast a hole in the ceiling with, ah fuck, magic maybe? who the fuck even knows. ]
Hey, fuck you. You don't know the first fucking thing about my rhythm or my teamwork! [ it's not as if he'd even made the slightest attempt at either with magnus.
he'd been a little too busy trying not to panic at the setting to put any sort of effort into anything else. ]
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Biscuit????!?
[ and anyway, who the fuck does this guy think he is, judging richie about shit that he hasn't even made an effort to give the man an impression of yet? attacking his rhythm and teamwork of all things?? people are free to think he's dumb as a bag of rocks, but those are two things he simply won't budge on.
he takes a blatantly confrontational step toward magnus, uncaring that he just saw this guy blast a hole in the ceiling with, ah fuck, magic maybe? who the fuck even knows. ]
Hey, fuck you. You don't know the first fucking thing about my rhythm or my teamwork! [ it's not as if he'd even made the slightest attempt at either with magnus.
he'd been a little too busy trying not to panic at the setting to put any sort of effort into anything else. ]