Blood Isn't Love

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“You say that, but Ichiran doesn’t close until pretty late or we could just portal to Tokyo, and I know you. You’ll get wrapped up in something and we’ll just be working until the very last possible moment.”

“I always have to work, Alexander.” He sighed, and for a moment let his shoulders fall as he leaned forward against a counter. “You know that relatively well by now, I’d imagine.”

Resisting the urge to, instead of getting up, roll himself under the couch Magnus groaned and got to his feet. He shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee with Chairman Meow trailing after him. “The one day I want to be lazy, and here we are.”

Rolling onto his back, Magnus folded his hands over his stomach. “If I agree to this, you have to agree to get ramen with me tonight.”

Magnus merely shook his head, stretching his hand out for Chairman Meow to lick, and then nuzzle against. “Nope.”

“You will rue this day, Alexander!” Nudging at his boyfriend, Magnus wiggled his way away and proceeded to drop onto the floor.

“This will not stand! Mark my words, nephilim, I will be back in bed within the hour!” Someone was clearly feeling extra dramatic, and even sneaked in a gentle bite to Alec’s arm while he was at it.

Truthfully, Magnus was half tempted to bite him in retaliation, but that would be childish. Instead he merely squirmed. “Alexander!”

“I don’t accept this. Wake me up when it’s dark out.”

“Aren’t you always the one trying to get me to sleep more?”

Probably too tempted to pull the blankets up over his head, Magnus nodded. “I’m positive.”

“I’m not getting out of this bed and you can’t make me.”