Grinning, Kate pulls out her phone. It's not a standard model and just looking at it you can tell it's pretty souped up. She pushes the on button, pops the folders up, and finds a folder called 'Fam'. A doubletap and two flicks of her middle finger across the screen get her to a picture she took one morning when she ambushed him for a hug at a campsite. It's her favorite. If it were on paper, it'd be worn from how many times she's touched his face.
"Here. That's him and me in Wyoming." They'd been hunting a giant shapeshifting moose. It was a hoax, and a pretty good one. Magnus had been ticked.
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Date: 2011-10-23 09:52 pm (UTC)"Here. That's him and me in Wyoming." They'd been hunting a giant shapeshifting moose. It was a hoax, and a pretty good one. Magnus had been ticked.