“And what’s your excuse?”
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a sniff and the unnecessary scratching of his nose fails to disguise the grin curling his full lips. he knows he shouldn’t look quite so delighted when his father uses that tone, but the exhilaration still hasn’t worn off, despite the fact that his clothes have disappeared, save for the tattered waistband of a pair of designer black briefs which still needs to be held up by one of his hands to keep from completely exposing himself. when he finally meets his adoptive father’s eyes, his mirth cannot be hidden as it sparkles in golden eyes and brings a gleam to the fangs in his unabashed smile. he devolves into a mess of laughter that is quickly choked off by a fake cough.
‘ well, it started the other day. see, I heard uncle edward talking about how you always like to hunt bears and how you play with your food or something - his words not mine. ’ alec’s fully aware he’s tossing edward under the bus a bit, but he simply doesn’t care. its every man for themself when it comes to situations like these. a bare foot kicks at the ground beneath him while he talks, toe pressing a rock into dust beneath his casual stance. ‘ and then I thought it sounded kinda fun to fight a bear. and I had to hunt anyway, so I tried it – but when I punched the first one in the face I think I just broke its neck cause it died. ’ a snort that borders on sadistic and childish escapes. forgetting his nakedness, alec’s hand almost leaves his waistband; in a flash his hand is back in place, holding his last vestige of modesty that he doesnt care about in place. ‘ and then the next one was a black bear and it knew I wasnt gonna lie down and let it eat me so it tried to run so I ran but that one was quick too. the fourth one gave me a good fight though. it was fun though dad, you’re right – we could do it together! ’
