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( he's fortunate the mere thought of pizza is enough to conquer just about any of her usually stubborn-til-death qualities, letting anything go if she sensed something was truly the matter being one of them; but it wasn't like he had many places to go. cadelle was it's own city but it was just that, a city, nowhere near the grandeur of brooklyn alone. and, he'd said it himself, the last thing he wanted was to be away from her.

not that she's intent to spend the time with him she's been waiting for purely prodding at him, even isabelle knew her limits, when it was better to simply be in another's company that was safe, trusted above talking anything out. but he would always choose silence above the latter; eventually there came a time when there was no option but to give, and she's thankful that he's here now to in turn be that support to hide within. )

Are you telling me you don't plan on being an upstanding citizen in cuddle city? ( sharp quirk to her lips tossed in his direction, before they've finally neared the building that's hers, fishing for the proper key to let them in. she still hasn't gotten everything settled in it's rightful place, but it's far better than the cramped rooms they'd been given upon arrival. )

Just give the delivery guy an extra tip. Maybe he'll be cute.

[risers]

[ 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. ]