Warhammer 40K: Anti-Haremist [OC]

Extra 1: Magnus The Bookworm

A stack of books thud on the table. Kyrie is currently asleep.

Magnus: "Huh. I didn't expect to see someone here."

Kyrie had the side of her head against a nearly-finished book.

Magnus: "Besides that one person who exited the door to ask Che-...Keg- Sego-... the Laughing God... for some food."

Magnus picks up an empty Diet Pepsi can.

Magnus: "What in the Warp is this? "Diet Pepsi". Huh. Interesting."

He says, inquisitively, as she looks at the sleeping Kyrie.

The table was relatively clean.

Magnus: "I sense you're a powerful psyker as well."

Magnus was sitting one chair away from Kyrie. The table was rectangular and Kyrie was on a short side.

Magnus starts reading his pile of books.

Magnus: "Perhaps I'll ask her about it later. This is the only place I can't hear father's complete asshole bantering."

Kyrie:

Magnus: "Now that's just nasty."

Upon seeing this, Magnus decides to wake up Kyrie.

Magnus: "You there, blue-hair girl. Wake up. You're drooling over that book."

He spoke somewhat pedantically.

Kyrie winces as she slowly wakes up. She stretched her arms after wiping the drool from her mouth.

Kyrie: "*Morning Voice* Good morning..."

Kyrie says, still rubbing her eyes.

Magnus: "I am not sure if you can tell the time inside here."

He spoke bluntly.

Kyrie then slightly opens her eyes to see who was speaking to her.

Kyrie flinches and quickly backs up.

Magnus: "Worry not, child. I'm not a Daemon... or... well... kind of."

Magnus thinks the reason for her alertness was because of his looks.

Kyrie looks at him, breathing quickly.

Kyrie: "'Magnus. Magnus The Red.' "

Magnus: "If it helps you calm down, I'm not going to kill you. I'm simply here to attain infinite knowledge and wisdom while subsequently keeping myself away from the languid bastards that won't shut the fuck up about fuckstodes and their Blood Games."

Kyrie started to calm down.

Kyrie: "You're... M-Magnus The Red."

Magnus: "Oh, so you do know who I am."