bragnificent | IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

sumo obviously
I've just got too good of a body

nothing wrong with gogurt

[feels uncomfortable commenting on the qualitative goodness of Reggie Mantle's body]

[thus has no other commentary besides;]

go-gurts good yeah

omw, btw. if that's still ok

yeah I dont care

how close are u

i'm coming from out in the woods of de chima so like 20 min i guess?

you don't have to clean up or anything like i think archie does

ok cool
wasnt gonna clean just needed to know if I had enough time to change my shirt

see u in a few then dude
text when ur at the door
or I guess u can just come inside, doors unlocked

[couldn't he have changed while they were talking...? not that he's thinking about Reggie changing his shirt]

[whatever the rest of that text is hilarious. he's not just going to let himself into someone else's house, what is he, some hospitality-rules-ignoring oaf? so in about 25 minutes, have a text;]

here

[and when/if Reggie opens the door he'll see this Kurt Cobain motherfucker, messy-haired and looking vaguely nervous. Reggie holds his afterlife in his palm like a small baby bird; Alex loves those glasses]

[ No he couldn't, he had a workout to finish and a Magnus to troll!! God.

Reggie opens the door about a minute and a half after the text, still wearing the glasses on his face as he runs a comb through his hair. He also has on what might be recognizable as one of Archie's shirts, because they're so similar in size their laundry is... occasionally impossible to tell apart. Archie's shirts are slightly smaller, but they both wear way too much fucking blue.

With one finger, he pushes the glasses down the bridge of his nose to look at Magnus from over the frames. ]

Dude, how can anyone wear these things? It's like being inside cotton candy.

[oh god. he's going to know. Alex is going to know someone profaned his shades with their face]

[blinks, a few times, before producing]

You wouldn't want to be inside cotton candy? -- Um, hey.

Uh... no? I mean, come on-- if you want to be sticky, that is not the way to go about it.

[ Reggie's eyebrow raises inquisitively, but he still doesn't actually take the glasses off yet. In fact, he pushes them back up his face, then moves so that he's not blocking the doorway in case Magnus wants to come inside. ]

What's so important about these stupid things that it couldn't wait, anyway? Friend doesn't know you stole 'em?

[oh no -- shit, oh no? growing up nerdy and asthmatic and into Lord of the Rings, Magnus knows what boys like Reggie look for. he knows they look for reactions, which is what the crest of colour coming up on his face, bright and pink even behind all that messy hair, absolutely is. why's this guy talking about -- "getting sticky" with him, holy sif, it's so embarrassing, who talks like that? why isn't he just giving him the shades literally on his head so he can stop standing here like a dumbass?]

[does he need to come inside to make this happen? haltingly, he does, but then also probably says the wrong thing]

We -- we borrow each other's stuff, a lot, he doesn't mind. But losing them, um, he'd mind. And like I said, I've literally lost like, the pants I was wearing here? So.

[also, he's hopelessly in love with Alex Fierro, and would have walked across a burning field of coals to retrieve these hideous sunglasses for him on principle, not just because he'll get his ass beat if he loses them]

So, I wanted to make sure I got them back.

[like, maybe, that could happen?]

[ Reggie can't help -- or hell, maybe he can and just doesn't give enough of a shit to want to -- the grin that spreads across his face when Magnus starts to look flustered, not necessarily because that was even Reggie's intention but for the simpler reason that he just thinks it's funny. God, some people are easy-- thinks Reggie, who believes there's no point in feeling embarrassed by anything.

(Which is not to say Reggie can't be, of course... despite any denial or insistence to the contrary.)

He closes the door behind them with his foot, then goes over to the fridge to grab himself a soda. He'll give the glasses over... shortly... but he seems to be in absolutely no rush. ]

Oh. Yeah. [ He taps the soda can, because why drink soda when you could be drinking boozy soda? and then cracks it open to take a sip, considering Magnus point and looking down at his own clothes. ] Think this is Archie's shirt, actually, so... I guess I get it? Can't be helped sometimes.

[ At which point he walks over, removes the glasses from his own face, and puts them on Magnus's. ]

Wait, like lost lost? How did that even happen, anyway?

[Magnus thinks pointlessly about hospitality rules again, and then thinks he's relieved Reggie doesn't offer him any boozy soda because he doesn't actually want to have to pretend to be good at drinking right now. he's less relieved because Archie and Reggie sharing shirts reminds him of something else Archie and Reggie apparently share, and the flush on his cheeks doesn't fade whatsoever, which Can't Be Helped Sometimes, but is still embarrassing]

[he doesn't quite get his bearings before Reggie is suddenly in his space, where Magnus doesn't really like other people to be, and placing Alex's shades on his face. he blinks, heartrate spiking at the proximity, and shuffles a step or two back]

Um. Uh -- [the pink cotton candy world is disorientingly familiar] -- Like lost-lost, yeah. There was this kind of, uh, intimidating girl Cheryl, and that nuts game, and peer pressure like in afterschool specials, and way too many alcoholic WcFrostys...

[Magnus loves sweets, especially crappy fast food ones, and maybe didn't realise that shotgunning a bunch of alcoholic milkshakes would, you know, get him completely hammered]

...aaand then I dropped my trunks and jumped in your pool. Trunks never recovered, possibly stolen by drunk teens or, I dunno, passing sea gulls.

[ Reggie raises an eyebrow from over his soda can, almost as if to silently ask Magnus if he also wants a drink but not quite getting to that point-- the way Reggie figures it, the fridge is right there if Magnus gets thirsty.

Then, with a laugh: ]

Dude, your face is so red. You could give Archie's hair a run for its money. [ Smirking, Reggie doesn't move, letting Magnus be the one to move himself back and taking another sip of soda. ] Or Cheryl's, I guess... she's not really that intimidating, though, trust me. Unless you're intimidated by hot messes.

[ Which, well... maybe, going off of how easy it is to make Magnus blush. Or maybe making people blush is just one of Reggie's special skills. ]

But say no more. Peer pressure and booze are a pretty timeless combination.

So I'm discovering, after my time.

[a dry response and a slight joke Reggie won't get (unless Archie's told him that Magnus is, well, dead). Magnus pushes the shades up onto his forehead, making his long blond hair wing out wildly to either side]

Did you guys have parties like that all the time, back where you're from...?

[he cannot imagine them being anything but once a month. maybe once every two months, to let the embarrassments of the night properly fade into distant memory]

Nah. [ Shaking his head and taking another, longer sip. ] Not all the time... not really something you can usually get away with when everybody's parents are around. But, you know, whenever they go out of town, for example. And Jason's parents usually let him do wh--

[ Reggie abruptly stops talking, eyebrows knitting together as he frowns-- almost glowers, for a moment. Then he downs the rest of his soda, shakes the soda can to confirm it's empty, and crumples it in his hand.

He continues as if uninterrupted: ]

Or some of us have parents who don't really care what we do. Like Cheryl, for instance. Those come around a little more often, but they're not exactly ragers.

[Magnus doesn't know who Jason is; it's not a name he's heard off of Archie, yet. but from that sudden cut off, it's not a name he's going to be pressing for more information about, just yet]

[the world of parents-and-highschool is now a completely alien one for Magnus, so he searches for something to say for an obvious moment, before]

What are the degrees of wild teen party? Rager's at the top, I'm guessing.

[ If Reggie's relieved that Magnus doesn't ask about Jason, he doesn't show it; among other things he's good at, maintaining an emotional poker face is usually one of them. He just nods his head, holding up his hand to tick a list off his fingers. ]

Yep, ragers at the top-- basically like all the parties Archie and I have been throwing. Below that you have the ones parents might know about but don't butt into-- there'll usually still be drinks, games, and plenty of fooling around, but things don't get as crazy because the parents don't know there's booze. Or at least don't know just how many people are there drinking it. And below that you mostly have crap like proms, dances, and after-parties. You can drink and make-out, but you have to be a lot more clever about it since there's usually adults around chaperoning part of it.

[ He does a sweeping gesture with his hand. ]

The more you know. Helpful?

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