The time you finally won the fight between yourself and Aelius was a memory to have. He frowned, a bit upset at his loss. “Yep. Not fair at all. You kept using your-.. Wadyabadja whatever!” He protested, almost every lost of his. You chuckled, seeming comfortable with him.

“Hmph..” He looks away, trying to get up from the ground, trapped by your legs. “Shut your snickering..” Then, he whipped his head and starts snickering as well, enjoying your company. He rolls his eyes, trying to slip out your grasp, grunting. “Damn it—“ He curses, struggling to stretch out. Well, good grip you have there.

“Uhh.. Care to let me goooooo..?” He smiles sheepishly, attempting to use this as an advantage to get away. “Though I’m not saying the ‘magic word’, cuz’.. You know..” He scoffs, trying to act professionally ’mature’ for not using ‘please’ just because he doesn’t want to. But— “Ugh… Fine!”

He looks down then jerks his head up with those remarkable and annoying puppy eyes, sparkling as they met yours.