#bahahah poor baby

[wintersparrowman-blog]

Zarina, who had spent a nice quiet evening at home with a book, suppressed a laugh as Sled stumbled in. He looked a bit disheveled, a few kiss marks on his cheek. She was more amused than jealous by this. She patted his head as if he was a small pet and smiled down at him, not looking away from her book. "Mhmm, whatever you say, snowflake."

Sled wrinkled his nose, wishing for a little bit more sympathy from the alchemist.

“You are unspeakably cruel,” he pouted. His eyes peered over the edge of Zarina’s book, as if checking to see if she was actually reading or if it was just a ruse. He could tell when Zarina was being coy, and this was definitely one of those times.

“Work or pleasure?” he asked, sulking over to the chair in the corner of the room.