Imagine Alec as he draws iratze and stamina runes on Jace's back and chest, and he's so embarrassed because - well, it's Jace's back and chest, must I say more? Jace sees his embarrassed face and laughs, flexing as Alec draws runes and just generally teasing Alec.
"Jace! Stop flexing!" Alec whines.
"Dude you should stop looking. I can't help that my body is so beautiful," says Jace as he flexes his biceps.
"I can't draw runes on you, damnit! STOP MOVING!" Frustrated and embarrassed, he stabs Jace with a nearby mechanical pencil, when Jace yells in pain and surprise.
He rubs his wound, saying, "Look, Alec, now you just mortally wounded my arm! "
Alec rolls his eyes, spinning his stele around with one hand. "That's not how you use the term mortally wounded."
Jace shrugs. "Whatever. Now gimme that stele so I can draw another iratze rune on myself. God, that pencil hurts!"
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