"Not getting my neck chopped off. I'm just a wizard. My neck goes and I go."
He hummed. "And what does that do on stopping Vanya of doing whatever he wants to do?"
Asher shrugged.
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This has nothing to do with thatβ she laughsβ itβs more of a like βavoiding someone getting a sugar rushβ, like when we donβt let Vanya get hold of the magic knives.
"She's a grown woman, and I'm not a babysitter. "
He hummed. "And even if I was responsible for her, she does what she wants. And I'm not the type of man to control what women do, no matter how they are connected to me "
You let her get her hands on the energy drinks?β she hums, getting comfortable on his lap as she watches, pulling herself as close as she can to his frame to get some of the very much needed heat
π‘ π π₯ π πΜ π.
He's sighing, arms around her. "See?" There goes his sister, running past them. "She already hit her face"
