Ask Magnus Chase and Friends

Kurt Cobain, Falafel Dates, Soccer, and All Of That Random Stuff

-Warning: Pretty long chapter. Some cursing.-
Hope you like it!

OfficialBookOwl Well, first of all I want everyone to have a gigantic water ballon fight. Second of all, everyone gets icecream, but T.J. And Magnus...get some time to sort stuff out...heheh

      "Chase, stop pretending that you haven't been hit," Mallory complained, her hand placed on her hip.
She rolled her eyes as Magnus kept half heartedly jogging away from her.

     "Running away won't solve anything—hey!" In the midst of the commotion, Halfborn managed to get hit Mallory square in the chest with a water balloon.

     "What the...Halfborn! You idiot, oh, you're asking for it." Mallory sprinted after the him, in full enraged-Irish-warrior mode.

      "This is why I hate socializing." Magnus muttered, as he pulled his soaked shirt off, then started to wring it. He made his way to the benches, where an ice-cooler rested on top—in all it's cold glory.

     Someone playfully slapped his bare forearm, and sent a shiver through his spine.

     "Hey, everyone's happy right now, that's all that really matters. Right?" TJ flashes his trademark grin at him. TJ was surprisingly chill after the 'incident' as they called it—to the relief of Magnus. Not that his feelings had worn down any more because of that. Not that he had any feelings for him anyways. Nope, none, nada.

      "Heh, yeah, I guess," Magnus chuckled lightly. He heard someone calling his name, and turned around to find Sam waving an ice cream bar in front of him.

       "Catch!" Sam threw the bar to him, and smiled. She ambled towards him, with an ease Magnus usually didn't see often. "It's nice isn't it?" She asked.

    "Huh?"

     "No monsters to battle, souls to reap, no school to worry about."

    Magnus smiled. "Yeah. I guess it is."

GingerTheTiger : Sam shall kick a soccer ball at Magnus... I dont even know...

"You're supposed to kick the soccer ball, Blondie, not let it hit you in the stomach." Sam groaned; getting Magnus to learn how to play soccer was going to be one Hel of a task.

"Oh? Maybe it would help if I was actually looking," Magnus shot back, holding his stomach in pain, "Also, don't call me Blondie."

tuttypatuty : They shall play a wonderous game called Undertale.

Magnus: What's Undertale?

Samirah: Some kind of video game, I think.

Magnus: Right up my alley. Let's check it out.

Magnus: Monsters and humans, huh. A lot of these have dystopian themes, don't they?

Samirah: We haven't started the game Magnus. I wouldn't know, and you wouldn't know. Now shut it and play.

Magnus: The flower dude seems nice.

*two minutes later*

Magnus: Well shit, he wants us to die, doesn't he?

Samirah: Hopefully this next person is..okay.