@lightquivered & @serpentcoil | continued from here
“Sixteen, to be precise, but I appreciate your attempt at trying to keep up, it warms my cold, cold heart.” Okay, so the mock was very much present there, but if anyone could help make dinner with Isabelle’s homemade food in front of you somewhat bearable, it would be him. Or rather, the potential sibling death stares that could ensue could give him enough leeway and distraction to sneak the stuff off to Church and hop by Taki’s later. Ducking slightly, the food missed him by not even an inch, a smile of pride flashed at Alec; very close, “—Have you only just met me, Alec? Since when do I need a reason to act like anything? I don’t need an excuse. Oh, and yes you are, it’s getting cold.” Propping up the loaded fork again with a grin, he took his aim, though this time at Isabelle; three, two, one—















