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And Alexander completely misses it, again. He's studying two books now. One goes back on the wrong shelf the other gets picked up and walked around the room for a minute, the pages getting flipped before getting dropped on the other couch.

"If you don't stop that, I am going to hit you with one of the books you've dropped." Nick goes on reshelving.

That gets his attention. "I'm sorry? What?" he looks confused.

"You're dropping books everywhere and I've spent hours organizing them." Nick shelves a few more, pointedly.

This is new information for Alexander, "I have been? Really?" And that probably explains half the mess in the house.

"Yes." Nick gives him the look of one whose patience has been terribly, sorely tried.

He blinks, processing this information. "Well... that wasn't very nice of me."

"No. It wasn't. Could you please try to stop?"

Now there's a problem. He could promise to try to stop, but he'd probably forget again after a few minutes. "I... well..." he flounders.

Ooh, capital L Look coming from Nick. "Just try. And if you don't, I'll throw every object I have to pick up at you."

"I'll be very bruised if you do that," he says trying for a pout. He knows his messy tendencies, most of it is complete and utter absentmindedness.

"Yes, but I'm sure you'll learn eventually."

"Well... I suppose... eventually. But wouldn't throwing things at me also create a mess?"

"I'd feel less irritated about cleaning it up afterwards."

"Ah." He's run out of arguements to this and stares at the book in his hand.

Nick points at an empty hole in the shelf. "It goes there."

Sheepishly, he puts the book back on the shelf.

And he gets a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

"I will try... but I can't make any promises," he says with a smile at the kiss.

"That's all right. Just keep in mind that I will throw things at you." Nick smiles sweetly.

His smile turns a bit on the wavering side as he's not certian if Nick is kidding or not. "Just not the fragile stuff?"

"Of course not. Only heavy things." Nick grins. He might be kidding. You never know.

There's a glancing around the room. There are lots of heavy things that abound. Well, at least he wouldn't be able to lift Thor's hammer. "Of course."

And Nick's grin gets eviller. And he goes back to organizing the books.

That is a rather evil grin, Alexander notes to himself, idly wondering where Nick procured it. He goes back to the bookshelves to look for books, his hands firmly behind him, intent on not taking out and dropping a book.