[ Alec laughs when Aisha pulls him down, a laugh unlike any Palamedes will have heard out of him before. It's unrehearsed and a little funny sounding, a giggle that pops and crackles like static on a radio. He's easily outmatched by Aisha in their wrestling, because he's busier trying to annoy her than win.
When they wash up on the stern shores of Pal's reproval, Alec has his arms draped over Aisha's shoulders. He snickers at her comment, dragging his knee up to tap against hers. ]
Because he's not. [ He matches her conspicuous whispering. ] John's the Dungeon Daddy. Or he was, until the Great Wizard Break Up of a Couple Months Ago. Now he's the Deadbeat Dungeon Daddy.
Wizards have very complicated personal lives.
[ With this wisdom solemnly dispensed, Alec addresses Palamedes. ]
We're done. For now. You better watch your back, given all of this unexpected impudence, but after consulting my colleague we've decided to spare you for the time being, on account of wanting to see the skeletons.
[ He stays tangled up with Aisha, shifting only to make a little bit more of a semi-comfortable bundle of sharp angles for her to drape over. ]
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When they wash up on the stern shores of Pal's reproval, Alec has his arms draped over Aisha's shoulders. He snickers at her comment, dragging his knee up to tap against hers. ]
Because he's not. [ He matches her conspicuous whispering. ] John's the Dungeon Daddy. Or he was, until the Great Wizard Break Up of a Couple Months Ago. Now he's the Deadbeat Dungeon Daddy.
Wizards have very complicated personal lives.
[ With this wisdom solemnly dispensed, Alec addresses Palamedes. ]
We're done. For now. You better watch your back, given all of this unexpected impudence, but after consulting my colleague we've decided to spare you for the time being, on account of wanting to see the skeletons.
[ He stays tangled up with Aisha, shifting only to make a little bit more of a semi-comfortable bundle of sharp angles for her to drape over. ]