"Hanguang-jun," Magnus says, an instinctual smile blooming across his face. He tucks his book into the crook of a nearby branch, settling the apple on top of it, and -- absolutely to show off a little -- hooks his legs around his seat and allows himself to fall backward, so that he's hanging upside down by his knees. His hair, which is loose and no doubt bestrewn with twigs, hangs below his head; his t-shirt settle somewhere around his armpits. If he hadn't tucked his necklace underneath the neckline of his shirt, no doubt it would have smacked him in the face. "Hi!"