who raphael and magnus where magnus' loft what magnus is talking about something or other when the night before valentine's day warnings/status tbd/on going
The fluff ball that seemed to be spoiled rotten was staring at the vampire. The little back was arched as it tried to act scary, but there were no claw swipes yet. Teeth were showing in a silent hiss and that was hardly scary. Raphael only raised an eyebrow as he stared in mild amusement. He had noticed the cat toys when he had waltzed into the warlock's place. Dios, this cat was spoiled rotten. He knew there was a real danger of receiving cat pictures now to his phone.
If Magnus sent him one picture of that cat, well, Rafe would block the number.
"I'm sorry, what?" He finally yanked his gaze away from the cat to look at the only person in Salem he trusted. "Were you talking or am I just hearing an annoying buzzing noise for no reason?" His lips quirked up into a nasty smirk as he flashed fangs slightly. That was cruel of him, but he enjoyed tormenting the man. He knew Magnus was trying so hard to figure out what to get his Shadowhunter toy for Valentine's Day. He was endlessly amused that Alec had said nothing extravagant. Did Magnus even know how to do non-extravagant?
He finally shifted on the couch to dangle a hand in front of the cat. He tsked loudly as the cat batted at his fingers. The brush of claws was annoying, but any injury healed within seconds. There was no sign of blood anywhere so it was really a secret between Rafe and the cat.
"Your cat is as friendly as your boyfriend," he mused before letting out a soft sigh. "Who decided to name this fluff demon General Tso's?"
Magnus wanted help, or something, with coming up with Valentine's Day plans. Well, Raphael wasn't going to help with that. The holiday was annoying and one he had never celebrated. People annoyed him. Hell, he didn't even like it when most people touched him. Only Magnus and Simon were allowed at this point. His mama had been allowed, Dios rest her soul. He frowned as his thoughts drifted to the family that was long dead and gone. Another finger wiggle at the cat and suddenly a pure look of surprise was on his face. The cat, the fluff ball of doom, had decided to climb Raphael's leg until it was on his lap.
"Dios," he breathed out in pure horror. "¿Qué ocurre con este gato? Mijo, what is it doing? Is it...purring?"