Magnus couldn't help but smile gently at Ever's innocent questions, brushing a slightly damp strand of blonde hair out of his eyes as he stared intently at Ever's smooth pink lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"No, not French,"</span>Magnus replied slowly, biting his lower lip as his fingers tapped, tapped, tapped on the handle of his umbrella.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I suppose you could say that my family is German. I used to have a bit of an accent, although it has become rather subdued over time. We have moved around a lot, you see. I am still relatively new here. We relocated to Seattle just a few months ago."</span>Magnus tore his gaze away from Ever's face and looked down at the blood oranges once again. He was telling Ever the truth, for the most part. Whenever someone inquired as to where he and his brother were from, Magnus was forced to modify his answer as the place they were born no longer existed. Physically, yes, the land where their mother ejected them from her womb was still very much there, and they had seen the line of coffee and specialty shops that now surrounded the area around their family's home. But their homeland, once known as Prussia, had toppled long ago and been absorbed into the German Empire sometime after the brothers had fled to the edges of Western Europe. So now, when people asked, he told them they hailed from Germany, although the words never felt quite right on his tongue.<br/><br/>Magnus' ears perked up at Ever's mention of the location of the Japanese tiger melons and his inability to procure one until now. He raised his eyebrows and turned toward the display, a faint grin on his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You. Stay,"</span>he instructed, taking a brief moment to separate himself from Ever. It took less than a minute for Magnus to pluck the most attractive looking melon from the bunch and hand the cashier a few bills to pay for the small but extravagantly priced fruit. The cashier seemed to shiver as their hands crossed one another, her bottom lip trembling as she shakily accepted the cash and tucked it away into the register. Magnus offered the woman an alluring smirk and slid away, his focus on the beautiful piece of blood and flesh artwork that stood behind him.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><br/>
"For you."</span>He did not give Ever the chance to object and took Ever's hand, placing the fruit delicately in the middle of his palm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You will taste it for me and tell me if it really does melt on your tongue. I'm eager to know what that feels like. You must promise to relay every scintillating detail, Ever. Don't leave anything out."</span>Magnus wanted Ever to taste the melon immediately, to sink his teeth into the fruit's delicate flesh and watch as any juices trickled down his sharp, strong chin. Just the thought of witnessing this perfect specimen eat was beginning to awaken Magnus, nipping lightly at his arousal. He broke eye contact with Ever briefly as he caught his beloved brother skulking in the distance, near a large mountain of bright red strawberries. Klaus' bright blue eyes were narrowed with interest, his lips parted slightly with desire as he silently studied Ever. Magnus hoped Klaus would trust him, would see what he was doing and only present himself when he was wanted or if Magnus' efforts failed, as Klaus' methods of seduction were a bit more<i>forceful</i>than Magnus' were.<br/><br/>But suddenly Magnus' concentration was broken when Ever pulled away from him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Bother me?"</span>he mused lightly, a chuckle falling from his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"> "Ever, if I'm remembering correctly, I am the one who approached you, no? You're most certainly not bothering me. Even this brief encounter has made me think that I rather enjoy your presence."</span>A pause as Magnus let his words marinate.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"However, I certainly wouldn't want to keep you from your shopping. I'm sure you have a family to return to. But before you go . . . "</span>Magnus reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet, fishing through it quickly without breaking eye contact with his new acquaintance. He handed Ever a simple black matte card with extravagant silver looping lettering on the front.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px">Magnus Wolfric Augustin</span><br/>​</div>On the back, a phone number was printed in a more legible type. Magnus' fingers lingered on Ever's hand, soaking up the heat from his skin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"I truly do want you to tell me what that melon tastes like, darling. Don't forget."</span>