ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He raised a brow at him, amusement and irritation in his expression. "So you play him?" He tutted. "That's not very respectful, bro."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No, no, nothing like that," He slung one arm around Alexander's shoulders, "I don't want to hurt the kid."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Well that's good, I'll add that to the CONs list of 'to hit or not to hit Alexsander Sarcoski.' Future reference: Alexsander does not in fact intentionally want to hurt my brother. Or so he says." He jabbed him in the side with an elbow.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexsander made a kissy face at him, wrapping his arm around Alexander's neck, "Come on, you love me!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Uh huh." He pushed his face away with a hand, squishing his cheeks together in amusement. "Who couldn't love a dead guy?" He snickered.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexsander stuck his tongue out, "Everyone loves me, you know that. They can't help it."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He made a face. "Humble about it I see."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"What's the point of being humble about that?" Alexsander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"There's a 180º difference between being hot and not bringing attention to it, and being hot and cocky about it." He gave him a look. "People may think you're all that, but once they get to know your personality, Alexsander, they're going to run for the hills. That what you really want?" He grunted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The Russian sighed and tugged on Alexander's ear lightly, "Hey, I'm not really all that bad. You just haven't seen my other side yet. That's reserved for special people."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He made a face. "Fantastic." He slid away from him. "I believe we're here." He hummed in topic change.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexsander twirled the stele around like it weighed noting, "Excellent! Let's get this party started.~"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Alexander didn't like waiting around; that's probably why he and the other Russian worked so well together. Or, well, somewhat well together. While he rounded around corners after only a single peek, his unofficial partner in extermination did... whatever he did.

And afterward? Alexander was immediately urgent on getting back to the Institute to check on his siblings.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexsander stretched his arms above his head, grinning, "Calm down, Speedy Pants. We'll get home soon enough."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He tutted. "You're not the one who worries about some creature getting in because your little brother's too stupid to look up from his book to check who's coming in. Or a creature being snuck in because your sister thinks it's hot."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Hey, I have a sister too. Nikita is pretty smart and can handle herself, though," He smirked and pocketed his stele.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Point proven." He muttered.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexsander grinned and started for the exit that he and Nikolas had discussed, "Follow me."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Grunting, he rested a hand on the hilt of the gun in his belt and followed, eyes cast around occasionally to make sure they weren't being followed.

Once outside, and a lap away from the location, he looked over at his fellow Shadowhunter. "Does it make you feel uncomfortable?" He looked back at the sidewalk. They were close to the church. "Talking about my brother, I mean. I'll stop, if you want me to. You two are always together, though - that's why I'm concerned."

He inhaled a breath. "The more attention you give him, the more he'll fall for you. And I find that unfair for him."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The Russian blinked, "It doesn't bother me. And I can understand your concern, Alexander. I really do. I'm not trying to hurt Nikolas."