[ It's muttered and mostly pointed towards the dog that he still has yet to name. Naming it would mean he owned it. But he looks up at the owner of the voice and then blinks. Magnus is definitely not someone you would find in Henrietta, West Virginia. Maybe a bar in some fancy city where people can afford to be glitzy. Or some book with weird love triangles maybe. He's not so educated on either thing, so it takes him a hideous second to form a reply, ears burning because he's sure that he seems impolite. ]
I wouldn't mind, but it's not helpful.
[ His attention turns to Magnus' butterfly, an impossibly beautiful thing that looks far too delicate. Once again he realises how dingy his own mongrel shaped assistant makes him feel. ]
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[ It's muttered and mostly pointed towards the dog that he still has yet to name. Naming it would mean he owned it. But he looks up at the owner of the voice and then blinks. Magnus is definitely not someone you would find in Henrietta, West Virginia. Maybe a bar in some fancy city where people can afford to be glitzy. Or some book with weird love triangles maybe. He's not so educated on either thing, so it takes him a hideous second to form a reply, ears burning because he's sure that he seems impolite. ]
I wouldn't mind, but it's not helpful.
[ His attention turns to Magnus' butterfly, an impossibly beautiful thing that looks far too delicate. Once again he realises how dingy his own mongrel shaped assistant makes him feel. ]
I have people to find.