The Course of Second Dates

[strongest_faith]

He's on time this time, at least. And he has Magnus's shirt, neatly folded, in his hand. He'd thought about keeping it, but that seemed silly somehow. He wasn't ever going to wear it. (And he wasn't sure he'd ever tell Magnus that he lent it to Cecil. He had it back now, and it was clean.)

He clears his throat quietly and tugs at his shirt, another blue one, a sweater this time, but one Izzy had given him, so it was mostly free of holes and not too faded. He thinks he probably shouldn't be so nervous. It had gone really well last time, once they'd gotten through dinner.

Still, his hand is trembling a little when he presses the buzzer.

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[highwarlock_bane]

Magnus hadn't spent the last few hours trying to decide what to wear or doing his make up. Nope, he was able to pick out the tight tasteful sequin shirt and tight black jeans no problem. His eye shadow a dark blue with glitter and of course his hair spiked up and styled to look like he put no effort at all into it. Nor has he been pacing back and forth for the last hour. At least that it his story and he will stick to it.

When the buzzer rang the warlock jumped a bundle of nerves and excitement. He knows he should know better but for the moment he doesn't care.

Magnus does manage to open the door with an air of carefree that he doesn't quite feel, "Alexander" he says as he steps back to let the Lightwood into his home.