{Action Post} Endearing at Best
There were days when Ivan thought that Alfred's concept of time was much slower than Ivan's. The boy ran at about 88 miles an hour, so the series of rings and knocks at his front door was so obviously Alfred that Ivan almost didn't feel guilty taking his time to get to the door. You couldn't blame him - he had just finished microwaving the food Emi had given him for Christmas, so when he had made it to the door, his cheeks were slightly puffed out from the food packed behind them.
"Alfred, it is ten PM. Is everything alright?" But before he got a response, he was presented with a rather lopsided piece of pie with a purple candle sticking out of it. "Oh." A slight blush crept onto his cheeks. Stepping aside, he allowed Alfred inside before shutting the door. His lips were still warm from Alfred's kiss - and Emi's food.
"Thank you, Jones."