He gave Dylan a blank look, holding back a smile. “Well it’s not my fault they weren’t listening.” He said before making a face and crossing his arm, nodding to the TV. “Okay, what do ‘normal’ people watch then at this time?” He asked, looking back over to Dylan. “Because I am not watching your God forsaken cooking shows.”
“Hey, I don’t see you complaining about my cooking shows when you’re eating, and I quote, ‘the best thing my tastebuds have ever had the pleasure of experiencing’. I mean, I guess I could just stop taking pity on you and cooking for you when you’re hanging…” He threatened, waving the remote at the TV once more.
He smirked and settled comfortably at Dylan’s side. “Oh stop before I start blushing.” He said with a chuckle. “It took...
“Should be, but it isn’t. Which leaves me to pick on you all I want.” He shifted a little closer and nudged Lucian with...