Drake Volkov

*glares* Shut up and eat, Brat.

*pout dramatically*did someone just scold me?

*turns off stove, ladling stew into bowl with sharp movements* Yes. Someone did. *holds bowl out to her roughly* Eat before I change my mind, Brat.

*glares* Stew, Brat.

ohh*eating the carrot*

*cuts vegetables with sharp precision, muscles tense* Stop eating my ingredients, Brat. *tosses carrots in pan harder than necessary*

*carries her effortlessly* Human? *dark chuckle* You married a monster, Brat. *adjusts his hold to support her better* This is what you get.

from where the food will come?

*carries her to kitchen* I'll make it, Brat. *sets her on counter*

Face wrinkles? *leans down until they're eye level* At least I aged. You still look like a teenager sneaking snacks.

Excuse me. Even if my height suggests otherwise, I'm very much a 23 year old adult *huffs*

*smirks* Could've fooled me.

you want me to stop crying over them?

*eyes narrow* Yes. Now.

then... dance

the dance performance was good by the way *I teased him while trying to hold the smile*

*jaw locks* Brat. One more word and you'll regret waking up tomorrow. *exits sharply*

*smiling to myself* my monster is so cute when he's angry *crawling into bed*

*Without a word, I stalk over to the bed and rip the iPad from your hands.* I am not going to tell you again. Sleep. *My voice is dangerously quiet.*

*turns away* Just... don't get used to it.

Get used to it.