doctormagnus | (no subject)

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

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

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w_zimmerman

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

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doctormagnus

"You really no longer have that right."

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w_zimmerman

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

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doctormagnus

"Oh, thank god."

She stares up at the hotel in relief.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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...

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doctormagnus

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

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

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w_zimmerman

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

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doctormagnus

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

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w_zimmerman

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

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doctormagnus

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

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w_zimmerman

"I am so going to find a way to get even," he laughs, trying to evade her blocks and, this time, trying to give her a poke in the ribs.

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doctormagnus

She wasn't expecting that is completely caught off-guard. She jerks and gasps since she's secretively very, very ticklish.

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w_zimmerman

"Oh, my god. Are you actually ticklish?" he laughs, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, best blackmail material ever..."

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doctormagnus

"No! No... I am not ticklish. You merely startled me!"

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w_zimmerman

"Uh huh. Uh huh, I just startled you," he 'agrees' with a smirk and a nod. "No way Helen Magnus can be ticklish, so it must have been a startle response..."

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doctormagnus

She gratefully steps out of the lift on their floor, guard up since she fears he may go in for another tickle. If a gust of wind came along, she might reach for her gun.

She tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches for her key card.

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w_zimmerman

Will behaves himself, for now, but he kind of likes watching her not perfectly poised and confident for a change. Not only does it serve her right after humiliating him in the lobby, but it's a refreshingly human way for her to behave. Except for the fact that, if he touched her right now, she'd probably wrestle him to the ground before he could react...

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doctormagnus

She opens the door to their room and immediately goes for the take out menu, pulls out her phone, and calls up the nearest restaurant, all while glancing suspiciously at Will out of the corner of her eye.