bragnificent | IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

oh
i was wondering where all those went

doesnt rly seem like it took tho did it
or do u actually secretly play now but just dont build any muscle

[igNORES the SLANDER because he doesn't care. go do another push-up]

man that would be a hel of a twist wouldn't it? if i'm like, throwing spirals into the sun from my roof in secret.

idk if id call it a twist so much as an improvement
but im assuming thats a no

yeah it didn't take. it's not my kinda sport. i kind of want to try surfing while i'm here? but it seems like, way too cliche for a blond white guy with long hair.

anyway. you'll definitely enjoy them like archie would want.

so who cares if its cliche, if u wanna do it then just do it

yeah. like he would want.
i can come by & get em later or sumthing
thanks 4 not just throwing them out i guess

maybe.

i wouldn't throw them out? they're archie's. it's a hassle to get to my place, i can bring them to you.

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unless you wanna come over and watch one?

yeah ok

[ Unhelpful and unspecific, yes, but Reggie is too caught off-guard by this conversation to respond with much more than the bare minimum of coherency. It's been such a weird couple of months for him, as far as intimacy and remembering Archie goes. ]

ur not hitting on me r u

what part of watching football seems like it'd get me in the mood for romance? archie used to bribe me with non-traveling food so i'd sit through a whole game.

hey it works 4 some ppl
especially if theyre games uve already seen b4, bc then its just like bckground noise
so its a p fair question

[well that felt like an unwanted peek into Reggie (and,,, Archie's) private life. he's suddenly wondering what else these tapes have seen. he stops wondering that]

what time are you coming later?

[ Is it really a conversation with Reggie if there isn't at least one moment of spontaneous TMI? Hardly, ]

if ur still @ the same place i can probably be there in like an hour or so

yeah, it's the same place. the wards should still let you by. food?

yeah i could eat

ok. see you later

[ 45 MINUTES LATER HE'LL BE THERE, with a six-pack and a couple pizzas. And probably regrets? Whatever, too late for that now. ]

[Magnus opens the door, blinking in surprise at the offerings. the six pack, he expected, but the food, not so much]

Oh. Dude, you didn't have to do that. I got tacos. [he posits, with curiosity] Pizza tacos...? Um, come on in.

[into Fauxhalla he goes, and Magnus has all the windows open wide, letting the summer breeze blow through the treehouse. the tacos are keeping warm in a bag that's leaking onto the table in front of the tv. it's mostly neat and comfortable, but Magnus was clearly still in the process of cleaning up for company, as he's got a pile of girl's clothes under one arm, and picks up one of Clarisse's many conjured-and-forgot-weapons off the floor (a long dagger or a short sword). he drops it into an umbrella stand next to the tv (with several other handles sticking out of it)]

[he arches his eyebrows a little helplessly at Reggie]

Sorry. You might wanna check the couch before you sit down.

[he drops the clothes into a laundry basket, pushing it with his foot down the hall towards Clarisse's room]

[ Reggie stares at Magnus, the couch, the room in general a bit like he's just walked into a strange parallel dimension, but then heaves a heavy breath and decides fuck it, it'll be fine. It's not like he's spending the night in this glorified barnyard.

He puts the pizzas down on the table, the beer on top of them, and then his feet on the table as well once he's sat down and made himself comfortable on the couch-- luckily not on anything sharp. ]

It's cool. Like whatever, it's only pizza. [ Reggie leans forward only to grab one and crack open one of the beers. ] How many people even live here?

Only three, including me. [he walks over to the TV, scanning the room for more weapons and sports bras as he does] But the girls are messy as shit. [even his cousin has a habit of leaving things sort of around the house in media res in a way that differed from his Norse friends; books and plans and papers and clothes and half-eaten plates of food, when inspiration drew her elsewhere] It drives me kinda nuts.

[satisfied nothing will literally impale Reggie accidentally, he moves to the table, taking a beer and cracking it likewise. as he takes a swig, he stoops to start sorting through the DVDs he'd shown Reggie on the phone, spreading them across the remaining bare square of the table for better perusal]

Edited 2018-07-27 07:36 (UTC)

Pfft. [ A bit of a laugh. ] Sure glad I don't have that problem. Guess living alone does have some perks after all.

[ Not that Reggie can't be a bit messy himself, especially since Archie was usually the one of them that did most of the cleaning, but it's also easy for Reggie to tolerate his own mess.

Plus, having Veronica pop by periodically was incentive enough to keep things tidy within reason, at least periodically. Whether or not that'll still be something that continues remains to be seen.

Taking a swig from his own beer, Reggie leans forward to look over the DVDs and then taps one of the center ones.

This one's pretty good. You seen it yet?

[Magnus shoots a deadpan look at the typical Reggie-response to someone else's problems -- sucks to suck, nerd, unlike ME, the Amazing Reggie Mantle! -- but he recalls that Reggie's only living alone because Archie's left. he thinks it might be lonely, for him, wonders why he hasn't moved in with anybody else. he wisely keeps these thoughts to himself]

[he picks up the tapped DVD, squinting]

...Maybe? I have to see the first couple... uh, the first hour. When he figured he wasn't getting anywhere with games, we watched like, four football movies in one day, and they all had, you know. Snappy one-word titles and a lot of high-stakes championships. Conquerors. Invincible. Undefeated. Oh shit, this one's two. The Yardline. [he stacks the unchosen DVDs underneath the table, then pops the winner into the player. returns to the couch, flopping down and putting his feet up likewise]

Is this the one with the younger brother that's better than the older brother on the team...?

[ Reggie takes another swig, sitting back and shaking his head as he crosses one ankle over the other, feet still propped jauntily on the table. ]

No, that's Second Down. The Yardline's the one where the guy breaks his leg so his brother has to fill in for him during the final game. And then his girlfriend likes them both or something weird like that, I don't remember.

[ Either way he just remembers it's not actually one of the better films, which is probably preferable in this case since watching a good movie with someone who isn't as into it is always a bit annoying. Food, beer, and a stupid movie is a much better combination when in uncertain company. ]

I don't remember which of the two is the movie with the super hot assistant coach, though.

It's this one.

[Magnus supplies immediately; there's been a few things he's liked about these movies, after all, to let Archie keep jamming them down his throat (the writing sssometimes, the hot actors most of the time). he takes a swig of his beer, his eyebrows inclining at the screen]

He's actually one of the better actors, too. [one of the brothers isn't... great. it's a little endearing]

Oh. Okay, then I guess we can put in that one.

[ Maybe it's just because it's been a while since Reggie actually watched any of these, but man, it really is hard to keep some of the details straight between films. So many of them are more or less the exact same movie with a different sport and/or slightly different casting. ]

It's not like being good at acting is really the point half the time. As long as they can act like they're kicking a ball.

True.

[Magnus digs the remote out from a cushion -- thankfully not getting stabbed by any daggers -- and puts in the right input. the DVD menu screen is a thing of beauty, with a soulful boy repeatedly kicking a ball to some swelling music over and over. nice. he presses play]

You and Archie could be in movies like these.

[ Nice. Reggie tips back more beer before he leans forward again to grab a slice of pizza. The tacos smell pretty good, too, but he's not quite at a "two-handed food" level of comfort yet.

He chuckles a bit, half-genuine and half more like a scoff. ]

I could be in movies like this, and I'd be a better actor than almost anyone we're about to watch now, too. Archie would probably rather strum his stupid guitar than throw a ball, though. Especially if it's in front of a camera.

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