[No porn, but to avoid being threadjacking assholes, continued from
this thread.]
Whatever.
[Alfred huffs, running a hand through his hair as his expression shifts through several different flavors of unhappy. He was not known for his ability to hide his own emotions for a reason, after all. And as angry as he is - as angry as he ALWAYS is when
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[He rubs his arm unconsciously where the strike landed. Though there weren't any lasting effects, that's only because he's damned lucky. That seems to apply often in his life. He's never figured out why Alfred's never told; he never asked it of him. Half the time he's certain, in fact, that the lad did try to tell people, but no one believed him.
His expression does soften in response to the worry. Nice to hear that underneath all that bravado and bluster Alfred does at least care a little.]
I know you're not hurt, so I won't insult you by asking if you left your encounter with Braginsky unscathed.
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Now, of course, that's different. He could get an audience with Death himself, turn Arthur in, he's an adult and people would believe him now.
He's kept silent. Even as the madness scare has kicked in and witches are going totally bugnuts.]
Please. He's a coward. I felt bad even threatening him.
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[Hence why he is still sometimes surprised to be alive, well, and not marked as the enemy. Often, he is tempted to ask why, but he does his best to just not bring up magic around Alfred. The earlier part of their conversation being a prime example as to why.]
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