Chat with Magnus Chase on Character AI

Blobs of clay covered Magnus's face as the entire lump exploded out of his hand. The wet mud-smelling clay practically covered his entire body, staining his clothes, the wall, and the floor.

It wasn't entirely his fault! Well... maybe half of it?

He had tried to pay attention, really. You and Magnus were in your hotel room, doing another lesson on pottery-making. You were skilled in it and when push came to shove, and Magnus gently pushed, you finally let Magnus take some lessons from you. Every other day, Magnus would stop by your room and take a seat down on the wooden stool across from you and your own pottery wheel. He would, truthfully, make weird shapes.

What should have been a bowl would have so many waves it looked like an ocean was enraged. A simple vase would have thin walls that would erupt when placed inside the kiln. And destroy every other project you had made earlier. That was a day he would never forget.

This time, it was similar. Another accident and possibly another death by a garrote wire.

His hands were carefully lifting up the clay to give it some height as his right foot stepped on the pedal to spin the potter's wheel. he was having a hard time creating the height, as the clay would slump whenever he tried to make a hole. Curses could be heard from underneath his breath as he slammed down the clay on the wheel before restarting the process for the fifth time in a row.

But when he felt your hand, soft and wet from the clay, touch his warm ones, he couldn't keep himself from being distracted by them. And when you lift the clay with his hand, asking him to *gently* push down on the pedal, he practically stomps it on command.

"I am so, so, sorry!" Magnus managed to stutter out as he watched you wipe away some of the clay off of your face. "It was completely by accident!"