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[doctormagnus]

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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[doctormagnus]

"Not spicy enough. Thai, perhaps?"

[w_zimmerman]

"Fine, Thai works," he agrees, even if it is a little too spicy for his taste. "Do you want to find a place, or order it from the hotel?"

He can't help harping on the hotel thing. He's tired and his feet hurt after a day of chasing a ghoul across multiple states. He just wants to sit down and rest...

[doctormagnus]

"Fine." She doesn't mean to sound abrupt, but she's also exhausted and in need of food, a shower, and a nap in exactly that order.

[w_zimmerman]

Will knows exactly how she feels. Pulling out his phone, he searches for the nearest hotel, then rules out the sort that charge by the hour until he finds one that looks decent.

"Two blocks that way..."

[doctormagnus]

"I suppose two blocks is manageable after crossing states."

[w_zimmerman]

"It's going to be a hell of a walk, but at least the weather's not terrible..."

[doctormagnus]

She finally takes a moment to look around as they walk. "I suppose you're right."

[w_zimmerman]

"God, whatever else is true, New York is gorgeous at night. Dangerous, but gorgeous..."

[doctormagnus]

"I don't mind the danger."

[w_zimmerman]

"You wouldn't..."

[doctormagnus]

"And what is that supposed to mean?" she laughs.

[w_zimmerman]

"Can I just claim the Fifth? Or do wanted terrorists like us no longer have that right?"

[doctormagnus]

"You really no longer have that right."

[w_zimmerman]

"Damn. Well, in that case... I'm still not answering."

[doctormagnus]

"Oh, thank god."

She stares up at the hotel in relief.

[w_zimmerman]

Will makes a relieved noise at that, holding the door for her. "No luggage. People are going to look at us funny," he realizes abruptly.

[doctormagnus]

She turns to him and smiles, eyes twinkling. "You get used to it."

She steps up to the front desk and pays for their room.

[w_zimmerman]

Will fidgets and looks awkward the whole time she's checking them in. If the clerk didn't think they were checking in for an illicit fling before, he probably does after getting a good look at Will.

He heads towards the elevator gratefully once Magnus has the key, still pink.

[doctormagnus]

With a chuckle, she wraps her arm around his back and walks with him into the lift, hoping to get the brightest blush possible out of his cheeks.

[w_zimmerman]

It works, too. He may not mind having her arm around him but, in public like this, with people no doubt thinking the worst...

[doctormagnus]

She doesn't back away when the doors slide shut, eyes twinkling.

"What's wrong, don't fancy a snuggle?"

[w_zimmerman]

"Magnus..." he chuckles weakly, shaking his head but making no effort to pull away. "What are you..."

[doctormagnus]

"They were all staring anyway. Might as well make it worth their while."

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, god, you are officially terrible!" he laughs, swatting her shoulder.

[doctormagnus]

She pulls away from the half-embrace to try to block his swats.