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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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[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.

[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.

[doctormagnus]

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

[w_zimmerman]

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

[doctormagnus]

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

[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..."

[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.

[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...

[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.

[w_zimmerman]

Will can't help but laugh at her defensiveness. "Magnus, relax. I promise not to tickle you. Unless you deserve it and I'm feeling suicidal..."

[doctormagnus]

She finishes ordering food and hangs up, smirking at him. "One can never be too ready."

[w_zimmerman]

"And you always expect trouble, don't you?" he asks, cracking open the mini-bar. "Drink? It's been a hell of a day..."

[doctormagnus]

She chooses not to answer his first question.

"A drink would be nice, thank you."

She sits down on the bed and slides out of her boots, then looks around in confusion since there's only one bed and she specifically asked for two.

[w_zimmerman]

Will bites his lip and makes those drinks tall ones. "It's fine. I'll call downstairs and order a cot."

[doctormagnus]

"Those are highly uncomfortable. And we've shared a bed before."

[w_zimmerman]

"Usually because it's twenty-below outside..."

[doctormagnus]

"It's a King, Will. We'll be fine. I'll... keep my hands to myself."

[w_zimmerman]

"Right. Thanks..."

[doctormagnus]

She smiles and eyes the bathroom. "Do you mind if I shower first?"

[w_zimmerman]

"No, go ahead. You earned it. You were amazing today."

[doctormagnus]

"I was?" she laughs, sliding her coat off. "Yet here we are empty-handed, two states away from where we started."

[w_zimmerman]

"But we're not dead and that ghoul didn't rip me in half like it was trying to..."

[doctormagnus]

"It really did seem to hate you," she says with a chuckle."

[w_zimmerman]

"They always hate me, Magnus. That's why you always make me the bait..."