"That's not happening," he volleys back, and though his tone is equally flat, by contrast he's being completely sincere. You know, on account of the fact that he doesn't think V is joking and he finds it 100% believable that blood would be used as a trigger for a spell or a ward: that's the kind of ridiculous world he's from. He's just unwilling to put his blood into any magic he doesn't understand without someone qualified around to judge whether it's a good idea or not.
And no, that's not just him pining for Magnus to flutter in and answer his questions and fix his runes and whisk him away from this weird little situation.
(Alright, maybe it is that, a little.)
Belatedly, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, except the thing he pulls out is a beige monstrosity that looks nothing like the sleek black device he went to sleep with. It's got his lock screen though, and opens up with the pattern he's been using since he last upgraded... "What the hell?" Distractedly, he thumbs through to his contacts, but it won't let him make any calls out to any saved numbers. Only intra-Intelliphone communication, apparently. "Do you have service?" Because having a cellphone itself is a foregone conclusion, obviously.
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And no, that's not just him pining for Magnus to flutter in and answer his questions and fix his runes and whisk him away from this weird little situation.
(Alright, maybe it is that, a little.)
Belatedly, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, except the thing he pulls out is a beige monstrosity that looks nothing like the sleek black device he went to sleep with. It's got his lock screen though, and opens up with the pattern he's been using since he last upgraded... "What the hell?" Distractedly, he thumbs through to his contacts, but it won't let him make any calls out to any saved numbers. Only intra-Intelliphone communication, apparently. "Do you have service?" Because having a cellphone itself is a foregone conclusion, obviously.