Still better off just asking. ants were the first thing I learned to talk to, but I'm better off with mammals. I'm not near water that often so I don't have practice with fish.
First, you're the best. Second, what could I possibly do for a bunch of bees? Listen, you tell them I'm their new queen or bee lord or whatever it takes to stop them stinging me and I'll plant them some flowers, yeah?
[illya leaves the conversation at that, and as promised, he finds himself at magdy's doorstep three days later. he didn't need that much preparation (they're bees), they work as a hive mind. there's not a lot he needs to do besides some suggestion. the only thing that would come in between him and his success is if they're magic bees.
fuck magdy if they're magic bees. illya tries to make it a point not to screw around with magical animals. magdy, he isn't so sure. hopefully he's smarter than that.
he knocks on the door a couple of times, holding a thermos full of tea in his free hand. he only waits a few moments before he tries the door.
which doesn't work, by the way. who locks their doors anymore?]
[ Liars and thieves and all manners of criminals lock their doors, that's who, and Magdy is all three. Maybe not so much a thief unless you count conning people out of their money in exchange for faked famous paintings to be "thievery", in which case, he is also that. He tends to leave all the stealing to Elliot, anyway.
It takes Magdy a few seconds to realize that the sound of knocking is not actually part of the baseline of whatever garbage music he happens to be playing throughout his place today at what is probably too loud of a volume. He pauses in the middle of wrapping a mid-sized painting up in paper, remembers that Illya's supposed to be stopping by today (an actual time frame would have been useful, but he also didn't ask), and then props the painting up against a wall before moving to open the door. He turns his music down on the way and loops his hand through the roll of masking tape he'd been holding onto so it hangs from his wrist.
For once, he's not covered in paint when he opens the door. ]
Illyaaa. Howzit, mate? [ Magdy looks him over once and adjusts his glasses before stepping aside and holding the door open wider, smiling a bit. ] Come in, then.
[illya raises his eyebrows as a hello. then, shoving the thermos of tea into magdy's chest and barely waiting for him to take it into his hands (honestly would not be surprised if it dropped), he slips inside.]
That's for you.
[the tone of voice suggests it's as though it had been a burden to bring it in the first place, but he went and did it anyway. not that magdy had asked for tea, or anything-- illya believes that a gift should be brought to a house each time it's entered, be it something edible or a chachka to collect dust on a shelf. doesn't matter, as long as it's done.]
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you don't have to ask if you can ask about a question in the future by the way.
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The whole talking to animals thing.
Can you do it with insects too or is it strictly like mammals or marsupials or whatever the fancy word for fish is?
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ants were the first thing I learned to talk to, but I'm better off with mammals. I'm not near water that often so I don't have practice with fish.
Why?
1/idk yet
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[ Because he's a grade A weirdo apparently. ]
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done
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What?
when do you want me to come over?
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Nothing.
Tomorrow and the day after aren't good for me, but literally any time after is fine.
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I'll come by in three days then. Get flower seeds, I can help them get a head start.
I'd like some of the wax from now on, too.
[remember that thing that he said about not owing him? well, he lied.]
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Some of what I'm using the wax for can go back to you, if you really want.
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It's not for anything bad. Just potions.
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Or what you're willing to give me, I can just collect it over time.
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I'll settle on half so long as I get a bit of giveback.
text ta action ( ineed more icons and im being lazy about it im sorry)
Fine, that works.
[illya leaves the conversation at that, and as promised, he finds himself at magdy's doorstep three days later. he didn't need that much preparation (they're bees), they work as a hive mind. there's not a lot he needs to do besides some suggestion. the only thing that would come in between him and his success is if they're magic bees.
fuck magdy if they're magic bees. illya tries to make it a point not to screw around with magical animals. magdy, he isn't so sure. hopefully he's smarter than that.
he knocks on the door a couple of times, holding a thermos full of tea in his free hand. he only waits a few moments before he tries the door.
which doesn't work, by the way. who locks their doors anymore?]
Fuck, MJ.
[open the damn door.]
girl you good
It takes Magdy a few seconds to realize that the sound of knocking is not actually part of the baseline of whatever garbage music he happens to be playing throughout his place today at what is probably too loud of a volume. He pauses in the middle of wrapping a mid-sized painting up in paper, remembers that Illya's supposed to be stopping by today (an actual time frame would have been useful, but he also didn't ask), and then props the painting up against a wall before moving to open the door. He turns his music down on the way and loops his hand through the roll of masking tape he'd been holding onto so it hangs from his wrist.
For once, he's not covered in paint when he opens the door. ]
Illyaaa. Howzit, mate? [ Magdy looks him over once and adjusts his glasses before stepping aside and holding the door open wider, smiling a bit. ] Come in, then.
bless
That's for you.
[the tone of voice suggests it's as though it had been a burden to bring it in the first place, but he went and did it anyway. not that magdy had asked for tea, or anything-- illya believes that a gift should be brought to a house each time it's entered, be it something edible or a chachka to collect dust on a shelf. doesn't matter, as long as it's done.]
Where are the bees?