He scuffed, looking away. “Picking on a cripple. That should be one of those law things. He muttered, crossing his arms and pouting at a normal rate, lips pursed out.
“Should be, but it isn’t. Which leaves me to pick on you all I want.” He shifted a little closer and nudged Lucian with his elbow. “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it. You like the attention, Luc, and you know it.”
He smirked and settled comfortably at Dylan’s side. “Oh stop before I start blushing.” He said with a chuckle. “It took forever to get you to start playing back, so yes, I do rather enjoy how devious you can get.”
Lucian smirked, sipping at his tea. “You can get just as bad as me if not worse and you bloody well know it.” He said, raising a brow at his friend. “You’ve pulled some pretty gnarly pranks yourself if I remember correctly, which I do.”
Dylan allowed him the tiniest of smiles at that. “True, but, it’s only because of your damn prank wars that I’m driven such a high level of prank standards…Really, I could just say bugger it all and saw your through your cane every time, because that’s more than fun to watch.”
He scuffed, looking away. “Picking on a cripple. That should be one of those law things. He muttered, crossing his arms and pouting at a normal rate, lips pursed out.
He laughed sarcastically and loudly, leaning forward. He leaned back and wiped his eyes. “Ohhhh God, that’s funny. Me cooking.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “That was good.”
Dylan just gave a resigned sort of sigh and shook his head a little. Really, what had he been doing, expecting miracles? “For a grown man, you really are too childish for your own good.” Not that he didn’t know that, having been friends with the man for 20+ years.
Lucian smirked, sipping at his tea. “You can get just as bad as me if not worse and you bloody well know it.” He said, raising a brow at his friend. “You’ve pulled some pretty gnarly pranks yourself if I remember correctly, which I do.”
He narrowed his eyes at Dylan. “You wouldn’t dare.” At the look he received he pursed his lips out and shrugged down more onto the couch, crossing his good leg over his bad one and looking to the TV. “Cooking show it is.” He muttered, if not pouted.
“I thought that’s what you might say.” Dylan took just a little pride in the fact that he was probably the only person who could ever get Lucian to do something he didn’t want to. He shifted a bit so that he could also get comfortable on the couch, and then flicked the channels a little until he found what he was looking for. “You should pay attention. You might actually learn something, and then I wouldn’t have to cook for you.”
He laughed sarcastically and loudly, leaning forward. He leaned back and wiped his eyes. “Ohhhh God, that’s funny. Me cooking.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “That was good.”
He gave Dylan a blank look, holding back a smile. “Well it’s not my fault they weren’t listening.” He said before making a face and crossing his arm, nodding to the TV. “Okay, what do ‘normal’ people watch then at this time?” He asked, looking back over to Dylan. “Because I am not watching your God forsaken cooking shows.”
“Hey, I don’t see you complaining about my cooking shows when you’re eating, and I quote, ‘the best thing my tastebuds have ever had the pleasure of experiencing’. I mean, I guess I could just stop taking pity on you and cooking for you when you’re hanging…” He threatened, waving the remote at the TV once more.
He narrowed his eyes at Dylan. “You wouldn’t dare.” At the look he received he pursed his lips out and shrugged down more onto the couch, crossing his good leg over his bad one and looking to the TV. “Cooking show it is.” He muttered, if not pouted.
