RPG - Jas and Alejandro

[timbits_tootsie]

“To get cookies! Maybe the money papa gave me is enough to buy a cookie each.” No one can argue that sweets might just be her favourite thing. She looks up at the two of them, smiling, trying to cheer them up, because she thinks they both look sad this morning, and it makes her nervous and unhappy too.

“There is a bakery just down that street, if

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[antonnachzehrer]

He laughs. "So you are," he says, reaching an arm up to ruffle her hair. "Look, I almost can't touch your head!"

{But what if Alejandro was defending Jaspre? Would he take Ariya's side over Jaspre's? It'll be very interesting to see what happens. :3 Weird!}

[timbits_tootsie]

“That’s because you’re a shortie!” Her pure, childish laughter tugs up one corner of Jaspre’s mouth, forming a half smile. “Oh, oh! Can you run, Jas? Please?”

“Let’s see if Alejandro can catch up to us. You better hold on tight, Princess.”

Absinthia clutches both of his hands as he sets off running, and she can’t stop laughing at the surge of butterflies in her stomach that tickle so.

(I think Sulli will get protective of Ariya simply because Alejandro is arguing with her, but that he'll be really lost because he loves Jaspre too, and doesn't want to hurt him. We'll see how it pans out :3 Aren't they just adorable together, the three of them? I've been having so much fun today picturing Jas and Alejandro as parents :D)

[antonnachzehrer]

Alejandro grins as he runs after them, weaving deftly through the throngs of monsters, ignoring the odd and annoyed looks sent his way. The running helps lift his spirits, as does the sound of Absinthia delighted laughter, and when he catches up with them, he feels much better than he did this morning.

"Come on," he says, smiling up at her and he takes one hand. "Let go find you some sweets."

{They are! Did I ever share with you the story I found that has a monster orphanage?}

[timbits_tootsie]

The bakery smells absolutely mouth watering; there is a myriad of cakes and pastries and types of bread, and the scent of fresh, steaming hot tea blends with that of the food. It’s a small, but busy establishment, run by a family. Absinthia’s eyes goes wide when they enter, and suddenly she is urging Jaspre to put her down so she can go look, squirming on his shoulders. He lifts her and sets her on the floor and can’t help but smile at how happy she is over something as mundane as visiting a bakery.

The despair and sadness that has been lodged in his chest since he got Sullivan’s letter last night is slowly easing.
“Pick anything you want,” he says as he comes up behind her. “Don’t worry about the money.”

She beams at him. “Oh, but I don’t know what to pick! Ale, do you know what’s good? Everything looks good.”

(No, but might you be talking about Greg the Vampire? :3 Because I know you love that one, and I do too.)