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The female pouts, full red lips curving and soft brows furrowing in dislike.

Alden attempts to hide the curve of his lips, the temptation to give into his amusement high. He manages to steady himself for just a split moment, but another glance at the extremely short female below him, with her arms folded and features pouting hard, only has him crack up into laughter.

She huffs, sound soft and turns her form away from the lycan, pout turning into an attempt of a scowl, but didn't quite reach there.

She reminded him of a puppy.

He laughs fully now, sound loud and resonating with the wind. The sun had come out of it's gloom, and though it didn't give out warmth in the winter, it gave a stark yellow light, that lifted spirits nevertheless.

"Sweetheart. What's wrong?" it's laughed out, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as they walk away from the university campus grounds, which were in the midst of clearing. It was filled with humans, Alden crinkling his nose at them.

"You laughed at me," she still doesn't look at him, lips wilting. He swallows down the next chuckle, before cooing pushing her close to him, a kiss to her head.

"You face-planted into the floor love," his voice is entertained, a bubble of laughter threatening to spill again as it replays in his head. Ember only groans, rubbing her bruised forehead.

"You didn't have to laugh. It's mean," it's a scold that doesn't touch his ears, and he just gives her a grin, opening the door of his car and ushering her in. She climbs in, arms still folded.

"I just tripped," she's attempting to defend herself, and Alden snorts, pulling the gear up of his car, and heading onto the main road.

"Over nothing. Your tripped over thin air baby. How does one do that?" he laughs harder this time, sound infection and outreaching, this time so warm that even Ember can't stop the giggle falling from her lips.

It's a few moments of calm silence after that, her eyes peeking out the world around her, and Alden drumming his fingers over his knee to a mindless tune.

They had just finish their lecture, and it scraped over past noon now.

The wolf gasps, gaining his attention. His head curves to her in concern, and her fingers grab his tee.

"Let's get ice cream," the idea has made her eyes bright, and makes his lips smile.

"That's not a breakfast food," his look is pointed, and she narrows her amber hues at him.

"But it's not breakfast time. And it's not lunch time," she drawls it out slowly, and Alden rolls his eyes, lips not falling from his smile.

"So, that means it's snack time. And I choose ice-cream," she clasps her hands together, looking very pleased with herself for her logic. Alden just gives her a sly grin and curt eyes. Her gaze softens.

"If that's okay with you. Please," she adds on, and Alden grins.

Alden didn't know that many dessert parlours in the area, because he didn't have a sweet tooth for it. After a quick mind link to Thalia, she suggests several, and he heads to the nearest one, the place foreign to him.