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[ the door slides open quietly under his push, greeting him with the sight of the mansion interior bathed in a golden yellow light -- a welcoming atmosphere. smiles, allowing himself to feel mildly impressed that the decorations were not as atrocious or in excess as the (semi-)disastrous party-meeting in their shared past. the first goal of his evening long-since decided, he gives alyssa a kiss to the forehead, brianna a silent look to communicate his intention & a final murmur of departure to his little brothers before he gently detaches himself from them -- but not for long, he hopes, for they are who he wishes to be around the most tonight -- in search of a certain boy-turned-man (mentally, at least).

is rather glad that there seems to be a distinct lack of them running around, making his search very short & effortless. gives anna a small bow & a polite (but well-meant) smile. ]

Good evening.

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[ snorts, holding back her laughter. ]

I'm sorry, what?

I ain't repeatin' myself!

Aw, but it's so cute.

It's torture!

I wouldn't know.

[ just stuffs another tart in his mouth. ]

[ swipes one from his plate, mindful to eat it with more grace. ]

Enjoying the party so far?

[ swallows before speaking loudly. ]

Hell yeah! It's fucking delicious!

[ smacks him upside the head, wearing a bright smile. ]

Mind your manners~

[ staggers a bit. ]

Oi, watch the plate!

Save room for your dinner.

[ waves that off. ]

Got that covered.

[ lifts the glass to her lips, speaking before taking a sip. ]

Hmm if you say so.

Know me better than that, yeah?

Of course I do. [ uses her free hand, reaching up to lightly brush his hair fondly. ] I raised you, after all.

[ stand still for the brushing for a moment, pulling away afterward to shake it back into its natural, messy state. ]

Yep. This appetite's from you too, I bet.

[ smiles a bit wider at that, covering it up with her glass once more. ]

I'd apologize but I enjoy having that in common.

[ looks thoughtful for a moment as he munches on yet another tart. ]

But I'll still beat you one day. At this game? Count on it.

[ stares at him, as if trying to think of how to give some sort of encouragement. ]

... of course you will.

[ points a finger at her face. ]

I'M SERIOUS, DAMN IT.

[ lightly snaps her teeth at that finger. ]

I'm sure you are.

[ draws it back before it can be bit. ]

Oh ho. This is only gonna make victory that much sweeter.

[ rolls her eyes, amused. ]

I'm sorry, how many losses have you had with me? I believe too many to count.

Practice rounds.

Sore loser.