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[master_troven]

Alec is sitting in his kitchen with a large mallet. He is glaring at his kitchen table with the sort of look that one reserves for their most hated enemies. Every few minutes or so the sound of bagpipes would crawl from it. In response, Alec would slam the mallet onto the surface.

He's been doing this for the past six hours.

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Phoenix materialises in the chair opposite with a quizzical look at said mallet. Having spent a fair amount of energy helping Saxie, he's tired and still somewhat cranky.

When the bagpipes start up again, He sinks his head into his hands, only to jump violently out of his skin when Alec whacks the table. That answers his question. He loves Alec's house, it's just that one can never have a breakfast, lunch or supper with any gods-damned peace.

"Bad day?"

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"Eh... mildly boring. What happened to you, more importantly." He puts the mallet down and walks over to Phoenix.

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Bah humph. "Some arseswipe tried to kill Saxie." He shunts himself back in the chair, reaching up for Alec's hand.

Then gives the table a swift kick as the sodding NOISE starts up again.

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He grabs the hand and pulls him up for a hug. "Why don't we go into the other room where it's quieter?"

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Phoenix allows himself to be pulled away from his seat, leaning into the hug, and without reply, teleports them both into the den.

He's muttering several unkindnesses about Alec's kitchen, but they can't be heard, due to the face being buried in shoulder thing going on here.

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"We could have walked, you know," Alec says, stroking his hair. He pulls him onto a couch, wrapping an arm around his waist.

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He twists in the seat, to kiss Alec. "Just disrupts a perfectly good hug."

Phoenix flops back a bit, then fidgets, and ends up plonking a cushion on Alec's lap, laying his head on it and looking up.

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Continuing to stroke his hair, he asks, "What's wrong? You feel exhausted."

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Finally ceasing the fidgeting, he relaxes. "Had to heal a couple of bullet wounds, and I don't think I rested up properly after taking care of Janie."

Phoenix manages a smile, reaching up to touch Alec's chin. "I'm okay, just knackered."

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Clucking his tongue in irritation, he says, "I am going to have to tie you to the bed aren't I?"

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Cue the obligatory ten-year-olds smirk. "Like to see you try."

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"Is that a challenge?"

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Phoenix is far too tired, and it would be pathetically easy for Alec to stop him teleporting.

"That depends on whether or not you'd just leave me there, to teach me a lesson."

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"I can't leave you alone anywhere. Lookit the trouble you get into."

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That's an encouraging response. His crabby mood just seems to be lifting. Funny thing that.

"Trouble's character-building. 'Course you wouldn't need to tie me up, if you were there to keep an eye on me." (Warning, Alec. He might conceivably fall asleep on you)

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"If I were to keep a constant eye on you, I'd never get anything done." He strokes Phoenix's hair.

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He relaxes even more, if Alec keeps that up, it won't be long before he's purring. "Just as well I'm perfectly capable then."