"Yes, on purpose," Freddie says with no hint of remorse. "It's not like it was actually him. Not my fault he's got no sense of humour."
He pauses then, still rather amused by the whole thing even if it had earned him some undue attention. There are worse things Magnus could have done by now so perhaps he's gotten over it. The wine, after all, had infected at least half the people in attendance; it hadn't been solely to fuck with him.
"You're older than me, you realize," he says. "Or, well." He pauses then, brow furrowing as he reconsiders. "I'm twenty-four, but it was twenty-fourteen in my world. And it's twenty-seventeen now so I s'pose I'll be twenty-seven in a few weeks." He scoffs then, shaking his head. "No, think not. I'm not skipping two years just because the calendar here is weird. You're still older."
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He pauses then, still rather amused by the whole thing even if it had earned him some undue attention. There are worse things Magnus could have done by now so perhaps he's gotten over it. The wine, after all, had infected at least half the people in attendance; it hadn't been solely to fuck with him.
"You're older than me, you realize," he says. "Or, well." He pauses then, brow furrowing as he reconsiders. "I'm twenty-four, but it was twenty-fourteen in my world. And it's twenty-seventeen now so I s'pose I'll be twenty-seven in a few weeks." He scoffs then, shaking his head. "No, think not. I'm not skipping two years just because the calendar here is weird. You're still older."