[ garlic bread: the ultimate distraction. alec always knew it'd serve its purpose in due time. ]
[ alec instantly makes a face, nose scrunching up, lips pursing, disgust almost swelling in his chest. ] No. [ his voice may be deep, but the one lone syllable contains almost too much: his scoff, his disbelief, his own incredible dislike of his current predicament. ]
[ thank the angel they seem to be at their destination. though, the expression of smelling something sour doesn't disappear from his face. ] I doubt it. [ that the pizza boy will be cute, that is, or that he'll feel compelled to tip anyone. mundanes and their customers are weird. he has no intention of adopting them as his own. ]
[ pulling at the strap of her bag for no reason other than to occupy himself, alec stops to stand and look up at her building. when invisible, he can study his surroundings without drawing the attention of those around him, but given he hasn't pulled out his stele since he arrived, he's content to do it in pure daylight. taking note of the colour, the bricks, the nearby trees, even the look of the streets, alec studies it without a care if she'll turn around and see him doing it. he's not risking losing this particular point on the ridiculous map of this city. ]
no subject
[ alec instantly makes a face, nose scrunching up, lips pursing, disgust almost swelling in his chest. ] No. [ his voice may be deep, but the one lone syllable contains almost too much: his scoff, his disbelief, his own incredible dislike of his current predicament. ]
[ thank the angel they seem to be at their destination. though, the expression of smelling something sour doesn't disappear from his face. ] I doubt it. [ that the pizza boy will be cute, that is, or that he'll feel compelled to tip anyone. mundanes and their customers are weird. he has no intention of adopting them as his own. ]
[ pulling at the strap of her bag for no reason other than to occupy himself, alec stops to stand and look up at her building. when invisible, he can study his surroundings without drawing the attention of those around him, but given he hasn't pulled out his stele since he arrived, he's content to do it in pure daylight. taking note of the colour, the bricks, the nearby trees, even the look of the streets, alec studies it without a care if she'll turn around and see him doing it. he's not risking losing this particular point on the ridiculous map of this city. ]