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A stick of gum? He checks himself, patting himself down. He's not usually a gum guy, but he did have breath mints. That'd help at least. He placed those on the table, and smirks. "All I got. You know. For later." It was a bit sad that he didn't have some. He'd be sure to stock up next time, but at least kissing later would be worth it.[break][break]

When she laughed, Magnus would just smile back, putting the ticket in, and get into a red bumper car. And here's the kicker. Magnus is too big.[break][break]

So, upon getting into the car, he can't reach the controls, and whattaya know, Jasmine rams right into Magnus, who spins so many times circular, that the moment he collides into the tire wall, his head is spinning. "Where is the..." He's trying to find the pedal. Having two massive feet does not help.[break][break]

Welp.[break][break]

That's gonna be 70 PD later.

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Magnus watches on, clinching his fists harder and harder. He felt powerless, but he can't just run in the midst of their fight. So, as the MEGAHORN connects, as Wisteria throws back with a THROAT CHOP, Magnus saw the sheer force of the cave breaking apart. This place was dangerous, and it was in everyone's best interest to bail. Magnus was preparing to do as Jazz ordered out, but Jo-Jo would glow brighter. Magnus stares at his Riolu.[break][break]

And the hat is all that's left, as he appears in the nick of time between the Great Tusk and Wisteria, eyes blue and pulsing with LIFE DEW energy. His body was absolutely resplendent with Aura, as the Great Tusk intended to finish off Wisteria with a ROLLOUT, only to be stopped with a singular paw, anger roaring from the now taller jackal.[break][break]

"Dish it back."[break][break]

Magnus wasn't about to leave his woman now, and as Jo-Jo throws everything back with COUNTER, more force, more power, he hits... only to have a stalactite slice into the Lucario's body at the moment of impact, the sharp rock slashing into him.[break][break]

Jo-Jo wobbled onto his knees, and Magnus moves towards the exit.[break][break]

"We're leaving. NOW." He barked orders out like a Houndoom, the Great Tusk realing back, as it attempted to come back around to kill its prey, the Roaring Moon, and the girl on the back of it. A ROLLOUT making it's way that direction, as the cave continued to fall apart.[break][break]

The Great Tusk was on its last leg.[break][break]

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The music starts, the hips swing, and heat rises. The two of them, the hottest icon in the room. Every order, followed, every movement of his body, corrected. Every mistake led to fewer. He learned as they danced, and with each dip, with each spin, as she laughs, he grins wider. When she adds the spice, the way her body moves, the flair, the control, he is gawking, he's practically into it. He starts adapting what he can, to match that energy. To add some spice.[break][break]

Magnus, had he ever gotten the chance to have a normal life, was one of the smartest brick shithouses around. He would have gone to college, and had his whole life ahead of him. But that wasn't the Jack Magnus way. Now, all he had was a knack for picking up a skill.[break][break]

Thank fuck he loved reading in juvie.[break][break]

When the music dies, and he holds her to him, a grin matched to Lani's, he wipes the beads of sweat from his face, only to get latched onto by Lani. And her giggles only have him look proud. He had that dog in him after all.[break][break]

"Damn right I did." He felt her fingers grip his face, and he looks so fuckin' proud of himself. "I danced at the club, you know that. Just a little different set of moves is all." He's bashful, damn right this was his first salsa, and he damn knocked it out of the park. Even the instructor was impressed, a clap from the distance.[break][break]

Enough patting himself on the back... okay, maybe more working the shaft. "What about you? You tryin' to get me sprung right here?" He can feel his hands running down her outfit, to her hips now, picking her up, a brow risen to the occasion. How else to explain her own movements?! She must have done it before.[break][break]

All the while, he pondered giving another show of it. He just needed to catch his breath. "We got a few hours here. I ain't done till my legs are burnin'."[break][break]

A charming smirk, placing her down, he holds her hand out. "Shall we, princess?"

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It's not that it's wrong. It's frankly that it was too correct. Too truthful. But Magnus wouldn't agree to it, not ever. Maybe he should go see another suitor for the night, just to keep out the norm.[break][break]

Maybe.[break][break]

When she pushes for the card to go to him, he wouldn't fight against her. If she wanted to give her loot to him, he would snatch it, and grip it tightly. "Aight. Fair enough." If a soldier wants to gift the king, does the king say no? Nah. That is an insult to the soldier's own wishes. Instead-[break][break]

"I'll order takeout. My treat. One of every menu item." He smirks. At least they could have a good dinner, right? That's all that mattered. And besides... "Then tomorrow, if it still works, I'll take my girls out for shopping." That way, that's like... thousands of dollars of debt for this guy Suzi beat the shit out of. The ultimate defeat.[break][break]

"Cool shit?"

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She murmurs. And as she grabs his face, as she says his name, his first name... the name said only when things are serious, his golden eyes shrink, as he is about to pull her back. But she kisses him. It's fast. It's pure, and more a moment, he's staring.[break][break]

Then she's off. She steps forward to control Wisteria, and his heart sinks. He clinches his fist. And he tries to yell for her. But he cannot. Because he knows why.[break][break]

With a nod, he respects Jasmine's resolve, and takes a step to protect Jo-Jo. The Riolu is crying out himself, able to still move, but fumbling. The little Riolu was gripping at the ground, beating his fists into the ground. He wanted to be more.[break][break]

"She's protecting you too, Jo-Jo." The Riolu looks towards Magnus, eyes filled with tears, nostrils dripping snot. "Let her fight. She's made of tougher stuff."[break][break]

And so.[break][break]

With the HEAD SMASH slamming into Wisteria, the Roosting ancient dragon would recover HP, as the Great Tusk comes in with the slapping MEGAHORN to slam into the Roaring Moon, going both for Jasmine and the dragon, intent to take both out at once.[break][break]

Magnus stands tall.[break][break]

"You got this, Jazzy."[break][break]

Jo-Jo begins to glow. He wouldn't let this happen.[break][break]

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You know. It was something. Once the ride had finished, and Jazz had lost her lunch, Maggie was staring. And he didn't find the that hot. But he was here for her. He basically holding an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her to him, as she drank water, and Magnus decided to get a small vegetable plate with some ginger. Something to level out the vomiting and nausea.[break][break]

"Heh." He digs into the salad himself, and begins to throw some in his mouth. He doesn't mind a salad on the occasion. Healthy body, healthy mind. "Pay me back later. Buy me something nice." He throws some more veggies into his mouth.[break][break]

And he's back at looking at Jasmine...[break][break]

"Double or nothing. Bumper cars." He points behind him, and smirks.[break][break]

He wasn't talking about the bedroom. Not even talking about the dirty deeds they could do. It was something sweeter than that. It was him wanting to enjoy today with her.

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Before the deal is made... that moment she speaks, the question from her lips, he finds it too hard to look away. What were emerald eyes, not his golden eyes travel to her lips, and he's stuck. Mentally, it's like a block, he's focusing on.[break][break]

Then the drop comes. The first one throwing them downwards, as Magnus throws his hands up as well, screaming out. He's not gonna lose his lunch, not at a time like this, but as she looks at him with that smile.[break][break]

He stares.[break][break]

"35 PD."[break][break]

He smirks, knowing he can keep it down. Well, probably. But before the next drop can be made.[break][break]

He snatches her hand. He holds onto her hand tight. And declares. "Don't go backing out now." His tone is so... dulcet. It's low. And he gives her a smile that he doesn't often give her. When they are alone, it's one meant for private time. Not in the bedroom, but when they aren't fighting, outside of it.

Another drop, and he doesn't let go at all. If her hand goes up, so does his. It's a smaller drop.

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"Nah, nah." There's a playfulness in the air he latched onto, and he shrugs. "It's... nah, it's ice. Wait no, ice cream in coffee. Like. Hot and cold." He thought it was just ice, but it just came back to him. And the whole time, he's grinning. He's having a good time. He's falling.[break][break]

As she watches the Palafin performance a spell, only to coo out at him, and wink... her words were warm. The way she looks at him was intoxicating. The movement of her hand over his. And for a moment, it's fine. Until he tightens the grip as they walk.[break][break]

"Yeah. For sure."[break][break]

Everything was a thrill ride to them. Even as they hopped into the drop tower. Even as the duo was sat together, Magnus didn't let go of that hand, letting the operators place the safety device over his large frame. Magnus just prepared, and looked towards Jasmine.[break][break]

"Heh. You still wanna make that bet?"[break][break]

Up. And up. And up. And up. And up. And up.[break][break]

And for a moment. As they reach the top, Magnus remembers there will be a fireworks to end the night. And, more than that, the ferris wheel will be there. A perfect showing. It's cliche, but Magnus isn't someone to shy away from that shit. He stares on... he looks to Jazz.[break][break]

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Fuck. No. No no no. Was he falling in l-[break][break]

Drop.

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Maybe it was him. Who the hell throws away lunch? That's a berry, dog. He puts it on the dock for safekeeping, placing it next to his Clamperl... Galao the Stoutland made a huge barking noise as he placed the berry there.[break][break]

"Alright, boy. Stay right there." And back into the watery depths...

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How easy it would be to give in. If the feeling moved him, how far would it push him? Not so far... as clearly, he pulled back. But there was something there. Something raw. Untapped. They had been that close already, this was nothing new. They had experienced everything, clothes or no. And yet.[break][break]

This. This was something dangerous.[break][break]

Magnus had been too focused on leading Orthrus. Lately, he thought in terms of kings. A few too many philosophy books. How a king should act, how a leader should be and bear the weight of everything on their shoulders. The manmade Atlas who holds it all on his back, letting it bend, letting it get closer to the breakpoint. To be the greediest of them all. To be the angriest of them all. To be the strongest of them all. To laugh the loudest, to cry the most, to feel it all...[break][break]

Did... that include this?[break][break]

A little stuffed Houndour has Magnus surprised, now Jasmine's. For the first time, just a little heat fills his cheeks. How thoughtful that actually was. And what would he name it? He ponders. A name for a Houndour she'd have gotten...[break][break]

"A little ice drowned in coffee to melt into it... Affogato." He's relaxed as he says so with confidence. Her icy Pokemon preference. His more firey dogs. Hot and cold.[break][break]

Jealousy cannot exist here. Pain or reluctance cannot exist here. It's just them. That instinct of just going with it. Letting this move how it does. This was a much different beast than the usual days and night together.[break][break]

Letting himself look over towards what looked like a woman dressed finely, with big rings to allow a Palafin to jump through, he's watching it for just a moment, as they had walked to a new venue. "... there's a live carny performance over there. But..." His eyes go to something else. A drop tower. A thrill-seeking pang in his chest now. "Wanna have a thrill ride first?"

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It was different today.[break][break]

There's a moment, when she pulls away, when he's chasing for just a second more, that fills him with a feeling. Something sobering, for just a moment. When not drowning in lust, what happens upon the sandy shoreline that leaves him breathless. He can feel it pump, beat harder. Yet as she pulls away, there it was... emptiness.[break][break]

Still, winning the plushie as he did, he felt satisfied. "No doubt, no doubt." He's smirking now, but with Jazz so confident to win one herself, it only has him become more arrogant, teasing even. He practically has it ripped from his hand, and Magnus takes a single step back to watch and-[break][break]

Is she glowing?[break][break]

What was wrong with him? He shouldn't be looking at her like this. He focuses on the game, and just like he knew, it didn't come close. But... instead of cutting into it, he gets behind her. He places his hand on her hand, gripping the hammer. He doesn't know what is coming over him, but as he moves to pull the hammer back, he says it. "Like this. Jazzy." And then with less force, he helps push it down.[break][break]

It doesn't win.[break][break]

And that's okay. He lets go as suddenly as he came to help her, taking a step away from her. His mouth curved into a much less smug, but still lightly arrogant look. "Go on. Pick a prize. Any plushie you want." he again, gestures to the prize pool. He still got to have one. Giving it away wouldn't be a problem, would it?[break][break]

Why...

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