[ @radishyes ! ]
“do you really wanna know? if i tell you, you can’t say you had no idea what i was up to.” he watched the man for a minute as he leaned against a tree. The cloth of his armor scratched against the bark. he really didn’t know why this guy always came to his aid. he was like some sort of aggressively loyal, beaten down god—yikes. the unwanted comparison came with a spiking of guilt.
“would you take the damn potion, dude. i’m trying to help you.” he bobbed his hand, suddenly very serious about him taking the potion. it was the literal least he could do, right? he didn’t usually feel bad about roping various people into his schemes. after all, this game had shown him time and time again that it was every man for himself outside of a guild. “well you ain’t dead yet so i guess you’re gonna keep having to come through for me…”
man, what the fuck. what the fuck was wrong with magnus? how many times had radish nearly ended his life? for what? for bullshit staffs and some gold. didn’t that piss him off. wasn’t he mad at him? radish was starting to get mad on his behalf. “or you could fucking tell me off for once. punch me in the face. string me up by my ankles and steal my shit. dosomething—why do you keep answering my DMs dude? you gotta know by now…”
well. he probably shouldn’t be making this argument. he wasn’t ever one to look a gift horse in the mouth before. but he felt…bad about it. and he wouldn’t take the potion, and he kept risking his life, and radish kept taking advantage, and well…dammit, if magnus wouldn’t yell at him about it, then he’d have to yell at him about the fact that he wasn’t yelling at him. “get fuckin’ mad man! i risked your life for a staff. you could have died.”
“what ? ‘cause someone’s been keeping such a close eye on all of us in here ?” the thought had briefly crossed his mind once, that they were being monitored, sometime in the very beginning. now the possibility just felt plain hard to believe. how could someone just watch ?
"alright, alright. i’ll take it.” and he did, if only because he didn’t want to derail whatever headway he was making with radish. it was slow, and in most cases -- life threatening, but this felt like real, honest to god progress. “but only ‘cause i’d spent the entirety of my afterlife worryin’ about who’s taken care of my little radish while i’m gone.”
magnus drank the potion, blissfully unaware that radish was still going on about something ( tuning him out was a gift dawson had learned to depend on when he went on his tangents ), until he heard the sudden shift in his tone. magnus perked up, listening, stuck somewhere between surprised and proud at whatever kind of breakthrough he was witnessing.
“that you’re a selfish idiot ? yeah, i gathered. doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you die over a stupid staff and some gold.” in fact, if he needed gold, all he had to do was ask. magnus would give radish the shirt off his back if it meant helping him out. “what’s hurting you gonna do for me ? it’s not gonna make me feel better, it’s not gonna get me out of this game any faster. we've got enough to worry about with ogres, and rabid dogs and shit. we don’t need to be fighting each other too.”
“but a ‘thank you’ every once in a while would be nice. just sayin’.”









