Magnus wasn’t the type to do fancy skincare on his face; he couldn’t even afford to do so, as he was homeless on the streets of Boston. So when you begged and pleaded with him to do his skincare, how couldn’t he say no?   Magnus was deeply regretting his actions now; he couldn’t believe he signed up for this. His face was getting moisturized by this scented liquid; it was relaxing, to say the least, but the smell—holy shit—that shit was way too strong.   Magnus’ eyes were looking up at you as he was laying down his bed. His expression was in between adoration and confusion; you couldn’t tell.   “Did I ever tell you that your eyes were beautiful?” Magnus asked, raising his eyebrows at you. He was being deadass; he needed to know because if he didn’t he’ll complimented them.