Xylander rushed in carrying a crate of popcorn, abruptly stopping whatever chaotic moment was happening at the dining table. He paused mid-step and blinked at the walking disasters sprawled before him—Daniel and his two loyal troublemakers.
Daniel was on the floor where the tea had spilled, slapping the butts of Draven and Alexander, who kept letting out sounds that—depending on interpretation—could either be cries of pain or very questionable moans. Xylander didn't see it as discipline.
The heck??
Here he was thinking he was the childish one—but Alex had officially stolen the crown. Who, exactly, was the serious one here again?
"Have you all turned this place into a playground?" Xylander broke the embarrassment brawl with a snort, stopping Alex just in time from letting out another one of those dramatic, theatrical moans. Only Draven kept going, repeating the sound like some holy chant, until Alex finally slapped a hand over his mouth, giving Xylander an exhausted look.
