"You’re not giving me anything to work with!"
“Says the mage who fell asleep during meditation this morning.”
Oh, I had a great idea. “Less talk, more magic.”
No wonder my brand of magic and Orion’s were having trouble playing nice. Stupid magic taking after the people wielding it.
Yeah, we understood each other a lot better after our little Hallmark moment in his office. But with our easiest option of sex off the table and us not having much luck otherwise, frustrations were mounting once again.
"This sucks," I complained. “This really, really sucks.”
He didn’t disagree.
~
Rob
"Hey, we did something!"
"Yes, we flooded my office and ruined the rug in the hallway."
"Don’t be so negative. The rug was ugly anyway."
"There must be a balance between no reaction at all and destructive chaos… Do you really think the rug is ugly?”
~
Orion
My contact at the DSA was getting antsy about our ability to locate Lex before he struck again. So was I.
A change of scenery hadn’t helped matters and only endangered my living room. The cream-colored couch there looked less chic with a smoking hole in the middle of the cushion.
"Why did you set my couch on fire?"
"Magic is volatile,” Rob said. “Especially when you and I are combined."
"Weweren’tcombined. I hadn’t added my power yet."
"…Are you sure?"
"Absolutely." I glared at Rob, stalking towards him as he used the couch as a buffer.
He offered me a grim smile, narrowing his eyes. "Well, maybe you werepissing me off, did you ever think of that?"
"No wonder we can’t work together if you’re so hostile."
"Oh,I’mhostile?Me?!?You son of a—"
~
Rob
We decided on a new approach, one much more Rob-friendly: winging it.
"We aren’t winging it,” Orion insisted. “We just aren’t having any luck connecting and focusing our energies under normal circumstances. Upping the pressure like this gives us extra incentive to act as one and forces us to think on our feet.”
Yeah, do or die style. About that…
