Room 322, Monday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.

... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)

Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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[not_every_mage]

"That's pretty easy magic to do," Anders said, mouth tugging into an amused smile, and slid his shirt over his head to drop it near the laptop.

He laid down next to Dante, curved against him, and poked him in the chest. "Your turn."

[rebelseekspizza]

"All right, but I'm not a magician," Dante joked, and threw Anders an easy wink as he pulled his button-up over his head. He didn't even bother to look where it went.

"But I'm learning," he added, sliding his hands up Anders' chest.

[not_every_mage]

"You're magic enough for me," Anders said, and almost managed to sound serious about it until he punctuated the sentence with a giant guffaw.

He toed off his socks as he drew Dante closer, skin to skin, just breathing him in a little.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante slid an arm around his back at last, pulling him closer. He snickered.

He managed all of a moment before he cracked, going with impulse... and began to hum the tune of 'Do You Believe In Magic'.

He was secretly just a little bit of a dork.

[not_every_mage]

Anders snickered back, even though he couldn't place the song. "Why are you humming at me?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"'Cause you earwormed me," Dante said, nipping at his neck. And, because he couldn't leave well enough alone: "If you believe in magic, come along with me..."

Jokily. There was no way in hell even he could sing that without sounding like he was on the verge of laughing again.