[ It sort of seems to annoy him. There's not much to pick up on in terms of body language or expression — other than, clearly, a frown that never seems to go anywhere. Maybe some tension in his shoulders, considering Nathan's apparently pretty intent on getting punched until something, like, happens.
It's infuriating, actually. That he can't feel magic or use it or even talk about it or even fucking see other people doing it, because it's hollow, it's not that, it's something else entirely and he's been told he can do it and he doesn't even know what it is.
He inhales a little bit. Makes a gesture towards himself, fingers curling, brisk and short. ]
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You're not my type.
[ It sort of seems to annoy him. There's not much to pick up on in terms of body language or expression — other than, clearly, a frown that never seems to go anywhere. Maybe some tension in his shoulders, considering Nathan's apparently pretty intent on getting punched until something, like, happens.
It's infuriating, actually. That he can't feel magic or use it or even talk about it or even fucking see other people doing it, because it's hollow, it's not that, it's something else entirely and he's been told he can do it and he doesn't even know what it is.
He inhales a little bit. Makes a gesture towards himself, fingers curling, brisk and short. ]
C'mon.