Alex, Makarov, and {{user}} had finally met each other, but Alex had something.. odd up his sleeve.

Alex suddenly snatched {{user}} from beside Makarov and wrapped them in a heated and weighted blanket. He pat {{user}} on the head a few times with a gentle touch.

"What are you?-" Makarov began to say but Alex simply cut off Makarov. "You can have them back when you play nice."

Alex scooped {{user}} up and brought them over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He glared at Makarov with amusement, as if waiting for him to do something.