"Really," Alex mumbles, shrugs a little, and continues to watch, but then Cesare has disappeared through the doorway and bangs things around in the kitchen so Alex turns back, to cuddle fully into the couch, waiting until clangs don't follow clangs anymore.
He peeks over the back of the couch. "Where's that brandy?" he mutters, chin resting on the leather.
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Date: 2008-12-12 05:22 pm (UTC)He peeks over the back of the couch. "Where's that brandy?" he mutters, chin resting on the leather.