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A very, very nice and spacious room. Magnus had no issue paying for it. In fact, she wasn't spending a dime for it. He was making sure she had her money. He was paying every drop of money he could for this room. He'd have bought it anyways.[break][break]

"Thattagirl. Only the best for us dogs." He would teasingly say, as he gripped her ass... only to get told no, to clean off, and prepare for the hot springs, and as he he did, he snickers.[break][break]

She isn't wrong.[break][break]

But what she doesn't know (or maybe she does) is that Magnus was going to take full effect of the hot springs.[break][break]

Oh yeah.[break][break]

Miss Blair was about to enjoy a very hot and saucy hot springs night.[break][break]

. . .[break][break]

Magnus had cleaned off best he could, wrapping a bandage around his head for the slap he received earlier even, and after some scrubbing, he was in that silken robe himself. Only... his own changes. For instance...[break][break]

The belt was the only thing holding it up, and the top wasn't used. Usually, this was for classy people, but... Magnus wanted to show his tattoos, his chest, himself. As he went to the hot spring. And what's more...[break][break]

They were alone.[break][break]

Magnus smirks. Oh, this was perfect. Moving to undress that kimono now, he steps into it, and submerges his body, arms to the rim of the bathes, as he makes a sigh of relief. Throwing his head back... he could feel all his troubles taken away.[break][break]

Only thing missing now was-

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Jasmine gulps, and Magnus was getting closer himself, looking at the guy. He looked like hell. Not like Jasmine after one of their good nights either, quite literally looking bloody and beaten, battered, and everything.[break][break]

"Sweet Arceus, he looks fucked." Magnus just had to state, and as Jasmine got closer...[break][break]

The moment she screeches, he pulls her behind her, holding a hand out to protect her at all costs, ready to beat this zombie back into the ground. But as they began to cough, and speak, they spoke. "Waaaater..."[break][break]

Magnus' heart begins to calm itself, as he looks over to Jasmine with a very teasing smirk. "Living dead, huh?" It was...[break][break]

She was really cute when he could protect her.[break][break]

As Magnus moved over to lift them up into his arm, he turns to Jasmine. "Come on, baby. Let's get them back to safety..." And then a thought occurred.[break][break]

"... actually. Lavaridge is closer, isn't it?" A devilish smile plays on his lips. Oh, he had a very, very dirty thought enter his mind.

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Jealousy is a helluva thing, boys and girls, and seeing Jasmine Blair come their way in her heels, and practically waving, he can feel his brow twitch, as he hcan't make a scene. But he looked imposing, close to beating the shit out of that walking toothpick. Same thing would happen with Lani, honestly.[break][break]

Magnus was a jealous bitch, but a hypocrtiical one.[break][break]

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to leave ya' behind." He smiles through the fake beard, and looks to Lani, and back to Jazz.[break][break]

"How would my two favorite ladies like to go gamble? I'm feelin' quite lucky." Lucky enough to pluck away this chump's date and take a second one on his arm without any issue whatsoever.[break][break]

Course... the dancers take his attention for a moment, a whistle from him as he's busy staring a little too long, before shaking himself back to the ladies... and a pleasant little smirk floods his lips. Oh yes... a smirk that was ear to ear, because...[break][break]

"You know, they dance really good... bet you both could leave them in the dust."[break][break]

KlpHEkoV

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It's a couple years after juvie now. Unova streets are starting to hear from them. Bitches, the lot of 'em. But it isn't there yet. They needed more guys, more goons. Someone with a little oomf.[break][break]

The twenty-one year old Magnus, still dressed as he usually is, decided to head to a garage. Big mechanic he frequented at, and for good reason. He liked bikes, nothing like @marshall, but bikes were fuckin' boss, and today, as he ducks underneath the garage door, he looks around.[break][break]

Tonight, he had a goal.[break][break]

"Yo. Anyone home?"[break][break]

In truth, he had a goal in mind. He wanted to find Marshall a gift, maybe get to know a mechanic, and to become good friends. Strike a deal. Repo something, maybe even steal something in return for a dope bike job for his number two. Man was a loyal dog, and he wanted his second-in-command to be happy too.[break][break]

"Lookin' for the owner!"

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Today... Magnus had been a little finicky. He'd left his phone back at the hideout in Mauville, because you know, fuck it. Why bother? He didn't need a distraction today from Stacy, or Giftshop Girl, or Ass Man, or the other suitors who he saw. No no, today...[break][break]

Today he went to the beach of Slateport with his sunglasses, and the tightest swimming trunks that greatly accentuated his body in good ways, because today, he was here on a date.[break][break]

Maggie, on a date? While dating Juliet Yearwood, and seeing mint frost, and Leilani Ka’uhane, and hell, even Mirabella Fontaine? Yes. Yes, today he had agreed to a small date.[break][break]

It wasn't anything special. Turns out, you can get anything you want when you're pleasing Jack Magnus, and it just turned out that he had been invited by a woman he enjoyed, and so he would set up the chair and the parasol, the towel, the cooler, everything. He cracked a cold brew on the beach, as he waited.[break][break]

Apparently, Jasmine Blair had bought something sexy for him to gaze upon. And as he leans back in the single chair he bought, he waited to see.[break][break]

After all. She was his date for the day.

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It was a final moment he offered to Jazz that day. It was getting late, and instead of going down the mountain at night time, and risking the hustle, they were closer to Lavaridge. So, as they made it at night, the duo would arrive at late dusk.[break][break]

And then, Jasmine took it from there, and her words were... stunning. The honeymoon suite? Shit, wonder why she wanted to pay so much... but as soon as the instructions were done, Magnus didn't fight it. He just let it happen.[break][break]

Jasmine could have it for a night. What harm could it be? They knew the rules.[break][break]

So, as the door closed, and they could enjoy their room, he would whistle, eyes all about the honeymoon suite, and rubbing the back of his neck. "Same here. Muscles are all sore." But his hand snaked around her, and pulled her close.[break][break]

Time for some answers.[break][break]

"Honeymoon suite, huh? You know that's some hard bank, baby." His hands grab at her ass. His golden eyes down to her greens.[break][break]

Still...

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The short stint away from Juliet really did have Magnus looking through his phone. There were some texts he was going through from a few people. There was Tracy, that chicken he banged last week, and her brother Terry. Eh. He was a better lay than her, honestly. There's the texts from Jazz, and he smiles looking over them, before over to Lani, same deal. Back to the endless catalog.[break][break]

After Tracy and Terry, most of the contacts list were filled with names of characteristics. Boobs from Coffee Shop, Thunder Thighs, and of course Twink Who Wants it Bad were three of many more in his contacts list. And so, as he's about to text, he stops when he feels the slight bounce, he his gold eyes shoot over.[break][break]

God. Damn. Showers do nice for a woman with such a body. Her tits were lookin' fire, and her body was gettin' him riled up. With a whistle, he felt her hand on his face, and he smirks.[break][break]

"Look'n fine as hell, baby. Look at you." He was definitely staring at her tits. And he didn't care as his hand tries to snake its way around her hip, wanting to skip the pleasantries of a second date, and get right to the space jam of the first, and oh did he want to slam and oh did he want to jam. But as he looked closely, and just licked his lips, he rose a brow.[break][break]

"Wonder which is wetter..."[break][break]

He wanted to know, but this dog was on a leash for now. One that she had preordained, as he sat up from the bed, pocketing his phone. "Told you dinner. Wanna get it? I'm feelin' Kalosian. Think a lady like you would enjoy it, yeah?"

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Oh, he's fun.[break][break]

Mint with the ass truly is cute, and seeing how he's fidgeting the way he is, it only makes it more apparent. Magnus loved a challenge, and seeing how he acted to just light flirting, and the proposal of a date, it has him shrug with a knowing smirk to match the toothy grin. Oh, he's got this twink around his fingers.[break][break]

Who would keep his lap warm? "I can think of someone." He coos back, and tilts his head to check out his ass again. Cute face, nice ass. He'd slam. But he was definitely playing a little hard to get, and Magnus found it a fun way to pass the time...[break][break]

Coco, on the other hand, was finding it fun attempting to pull a raccoon out of a bush with her teeth. With gripping Zaba's tail, she begins to pull from the bush, wanting to at the least do it in a way that would be less pulling a carrot from the ground, and something a little less forceful. But...[break][break]

She's not thinking of anything but fun, as Latte yawns, and continues his puppy nap.[break][break]

As Magnus nods and shrugs out, before turning a thumb behind him. "Sure, but you're not too busy for coffee, are you? I mean, my lap is awful cold, and it could use a hot coffee and a hottie to come warm it up by the shop nearby." Yes. He is that simple to just want him in his lap.[break][break]

"So? Does Mint with the booty wanna have a quick coffee?"

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Why indeed, did he look at her with that look in his eyes? What was it that he wanted? It's hard to say... as she tended to him, and she speaks again, he opened them again, his eyes glued to her lips.[break][break]

They looked glossy. They were distracting him. What did she say? Coco and Camellia... OH.[break][break]

"Yeah. Let's... yeah, let's go catch up." He's slower now, as he runs with Jasmine in his arms still, not wanting her to have to run at all, intent to carry her and leg the entire way there. His face was red, his eyes focused on what was to come.[break][break]

Coco did, in fact, seem to find the scent, thankfully. And it isn't particularly pretty. The body is lain out in the midst of the forest. It's bloody, and doesn't look particularly good. Something definitely hit the person hard, and as Magnus stops, letting Jasmine now stand on her own, he approaches their target.[break][break]

"Shit..." He makes a slight gulp, approaching them slowly. "Might need that body bag after all." He reaches down, onto a knee. It was supposed to have been a joke.[break][break]

Guess people are a lot flimsier than that.

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Ah. Right, Magnus felt bad for thinking Valerie as a child. It's less that he thinks less of her for her age, he's just a great deal older is all. He rubs the back of his neck, almost a little embarassed before sliding down to the Bullet Train case, and putting it in the player.[break][break]

"Ah, sorry pup, don't mean anything by it." He leans down to ruffle at her hair, before leaning back and getting the movie up. And better, now getting onto all four legs, a weak Latte would once Vee sat down after her order, reveal his lap-dog tendencies, by enjoying a chance to get off the doggie bed. Coco would come sit down too on the couch.[break][break]

The question on Air Bud only has him laugh. "No chance. But damn, would it be somethin' if Coco or Latte had game."[break][break]

Truly, it would be. The movie begins to play...[break][break]

As Latte licks at Vee's hand, and just whines a little less now, Magnus moves to ruffle his fur, the pup just pushing his head into the scratches. "Would be impressive as shit."

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He's being pushed back. Her hand grips his shirt, and with a ferocious kiss, he's doing his best to pull his shirt off now.[break][break]

"Well then, baby... I better get started with those favors of yours." He growls once the kiss is released, his hands moving around her hips. If she wanted to take lead, he'd let her lead the dance, but one way or another, he was going to slam her on this here desk.[break][break]

No extra charge. He'll even do those three favors for her after the fact. He's just that nice of a guy.[break][break]

He holds three little packets up, in his pants pocket.[break][break]

"Woman like you like a little protection, baby?"[break][break]

He had quite the story to tell @marshall later. Blue-haired boss bitch damn near ices him, leading instead to something very, very kino. Oh yeah. Marshall might be a little jealous later. He'll have to tell some more of the gang too.[break][break]

Maybe save the favors bit...[break][break]

Once his pants hit the floor, she can see how eager he is to commit to those favors. What can he say? Magnus is one helluva loyal dog.

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