three things. there are a total of three things that holiday cha seems to do better than her sisters (more accurately, the shy and demure wednesday). seems to strike interest in alphonse the easiest. hook, line, and sinker. first, the crinkle in her nose, contorted with ire, doesn’t the slightest bit help readily soft features. reminds him almost of their family dog. second, the way she spats his name. positively vile. (relatively endearing). perhaps it’s just been a while, and alphonse has grown in terms of masochistic tendencies—but holiday cha and her white hot fury has him tickled. held captive, for lack of better terms.
three—and this alphonse notes with mounting amusement, the grip around his wrist, the pull that draws him away from the small blonde (head turning to wink in her direction)—her temper.
he hadn’t been one for violence, blind fists in fits of anger is more dad’s specialty than it is alphonse’s. on most days, he’s gone as far to avoid it. but when the perpetrator is someone like holiday, who—at her very best efforts—remained more adorable than intimidating. he didn’t care all too much at all.
of course, that might just have to do with her demeanor than anything.
alphonse knows a little lamb when he sees one.
“where are you taking me?” mused wryly, it is a question that alphonse didn’t expect an answer to, simply allowing the younger girl to lead them wherever she may see fit. as it was, the more things seemed to unravel, the more he grew invested in seeing things through.
without much resistance on his part, the two found their way to one of the many walkways, his shoulders rubbing harshly against cold wet concrete with the shove. an action that would’ve proved annoying, had she not quickly lost her balance right after. his hand reaches out regardless to steady her, remaining on her hip for a while longer. “i’m not “tormenting” anyone, holiday.” her name sounds like a promise for more on his tongue, lips settling for something smug. “do you know how jealous you sound right now?” alphonse has to pace himself, forgo the urge to sneer.
“is that why you brought me out here? away from the party, just you and me—” he leans forward, thumb brushing over her hip absently. alphonse is attentive with the way he regards her, a hint of coy evident in his tone, aimed to tease. “don’t tell me this was your plan all along…”
SHE WISHED HER expression wasn’t betraying her so brutally. she justified the heat spreading across her face as an effect of her drinking rather than his words. she refused to let him get to her. she refused to lose. the audacity of the twins, of this one especially - which ever one he was - astounded her. enraged her. yet her confidence had begun to fall as her thoughts became less coherent. she found herself scrambling to formulate a complete sentence in her own head let alone speak.
‘ why would i be jealous? ’ she finally snapped back, brows knitting so tightly she was nearly giving herself a migraine. even repeating that sentiment left an awful taste in her mouth. jealous. jealous of what, exactly? there was nothing to be jealous of. ‘ the only thing i’m feeling right now is anger and... and the only thing i feel when i see you is disgust. don’t flatter yourself. ’ her normal dry delivery of speech had increased several pitches, she rarely spoke passionately but these were vital circumstances.
holly found herself swaying again and cursed her lack of self restraint. if there was ever a more essential moment to be sober, this was it. yet she found herself almost melting, into the floor and into... alfie’s hand. when had he placed it there? it almost felt nice to have someone steadying her. she so often stood alone.
‘ what do you think you’re doing? ’ she squirmed, more so to say to put in some sort of resistance than to actually get away. she couldn’t just leave, right? then he’d make his way back to nessie eventually and it would be all her fault. she definitely had to keep alfie and give him a piece of her mind while she had him. ‘ i- i don’t know what you’re talking about. i only mean to keep you away from my sisters. ’
