IC CONTACT ➛ duplicity.

[bragnificent]

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fuck this patience shit; text

[occultatum]

What's the difference between organic cleaner and regular cleaner?

ain't no one got time for that; text

[bragnificent]

uhh
like whats the difference or which one works better

[occultatum]

Mortal supermarkets are strange places.

[bragnificent]

just get regular
organics when they dont put in any of the chemicals that make the stuff actually work
cleaner for what

[occultatum]

The floor.

There's a mess in your room, by the way.

[bragnificent]

wasnt me

[ Who made the mess, that is. In case these two points aren't related. ]

what happened

[occultatum]

No, it was me.

I was experimenting with a new ingredient, but it reacted badly.

[bragnificent]

dude be careful with that stuff
what were u trying to make this time

[occultatum]

Something new.

[bragnificent]

whats it do
or whats it supposed to do

[occultatum]

It's supposed to soothe emotions.

But I'm no master potionmaker.

[bragnificent]

u know, most ppl just stick to booze for that
everything ok

[occultatum]

I haven't found a gin fizz here I like.

[bragnificent]

nick

[occultatum]

No one makes them like my favorite bartender back home.

[bragnificent]

I know how to mix drinks
I'll make u one

[occultatum]

You don't have to.

[bragnificent]

why not
u want one dont u?

[occultatum]

Yes.

[bragnificent]

so
pick up the ingredients while ur at the store and when u get back I'll make u one

[occultatum]

Okay.

Thank you.

[bragnificent]

dw about it
happy to help

[occultatum]

[He comes home not all that much later; he only has a single bag, because he only bought the ingredients for a gin fizz and the cleaner. The question of cleaning is only happening because it's oddly stubborn against magic, but for some reason he knows it'll work with cleaner.

He sets down the bag, and he sits at the table, closes his eyes, and breathes.]

Hey.

Reggie.

[He looks at him, and there's a tug of fondness there, under his heart.]

[bragnificent]

Hey Nick.

[ Reggie walks over, same as he always does-- casually with just a touch of swagger and a grin (though today it's just a smile), but edged with more warmth than smugness.

He can tell -- or at least, he suspects -- that something is bothering Nick, but Nick didn't seem to want about it, so Reggie is trying not to act any differently than normal. He puts a finger under Nick's chin and tips his head up so he can kiss him. ]

Welcome home.

[occultatum]

[He looks up at him, and he kisses him, and then he stands up and takes Reggie's face in his hands, and he kisses him again.

He smiles, just a little.]

I can't love you.

Witches can't love, Reggie.