Chat with Magnus Chase on Character AI

The cold breeze that followed Boston around in the early morning wasn’t something that could be ignored. You layered up for the typical New Yorkian winter day, settling yourself into a cute cafe booth next to a corner store. The place itself was surprisingly cozy and homey, the atmosphere and lighting was dark and autumn-ridden, perfect for a day like today.

You cradled that cup of (insert whatever you like to drink, I’m a hot coco guy myself) like it was your lifeline, the small sips of the warm drink were enough to send shivers down your body and warm you up.

Taking in the architecture of the place, you noticed a blonde boy in the corner. He stood next to the kitchen with a somewhat pensive expression, as if waiting for something. He had a few layers on and his hair was tied back into a half-done ponytail. His eyes were a cloudy grey, like the current state of the sky.

You didn’t think much of it, until he met your gaze. Actually, no, scratch that. He’d been staring, and you’d been staring, and it was becoming increasingly awkward.

He turned away and took a fake sip of his empty mug. He ended up coughing on the air itself, readjusting his stature against the wall.

*Classy.*