#ty for looking after his dumb ass james u-u lord knows he needs it

[magnifiico]

"i hope i didn't scare you." his tone is as flat & as listless as usual: but james is referring to that sudden gunshot he'd taken in order to save mags' life. less the action ⸻ although james supposes that most people aren't used to guns being fired ⸻ and more the loud noise. james doesn't stop to consider the fact that mags had been splattered in blood & how that might've been more terrifying.

@jaamesunderland || ohoooo herewego 👀

The growl thundering up his chest, riding along the roof of his mouth, is rather more frustrated than it is scared.

Magnifico (Magnifico? Can he even call himself that here, where the title doesn't matter? The fame is absent? Everything he built out of reach?) barely registers the concern in his apparent savior's words—but certainly not his tone—as he focuses on the curve of his own fingers. There are droplets of that telltale crimson, yes: a new splash of unwanted color on his outfit. But no matter how much it sickens him, his concern remains at full force elsewhere—

“Why isn't it working?” He flexes his hand into a fist, releases, strain quavering up the length of his arm. “What is—” Nothing. Nothing. Not a tingle or a burn of energy in his veins. No sign of the magic he'd spent years studying, laboring to perfect all for the sake of... He needs this for himself, this time. Himself.

Where—

“Y-you...” he mutters, relenting as a freely trembling hand drops to his side. As if Magnifico has only now noticed the stranger who'd so kindly ruined his outfit saved him from... something, his focus sharpens ever so slightly. He blinks, and his brow creases. “What is this place? Who are you?”