@red-headedangel:
Clary rolled her eyes. “Get up.” She said firmly, placing her hands on her hips. “Get up and go shower or clean your cat’s litter box or throw away some of this garbage. Your place is a mess, Magnus. You are a mess.”
Waving a hand halfheartedly, Magnus didn’t even bother to look around as he compelled the loft to clean itself up a bit. “How dare. I’m not a mess.” He definitely was. He hadn’t slept in at least a week, he wasn’t eating, his hair desperately needed to be washed.















