”I’m—I’m a demon hunter.”
”I always look like that!”
Well—when he was
hunting anyways.
That was neither here
nor there though, the
comment just seemed
m i s p l a c e d.
"Demonhunter– whatever–
You didn’t seem that cool the first time I saw you.
I’d probably blame that on the trauma, though.
Seeing as I was distracted by the demon.
And you killing it.
Right in front of me.“
"Alec—-
Hate to say this, dude.
But you do not always look like that.
I’ve seen you in sweaters.
Sweaters.”
( he had been shocked to find a
semi-normal wardobe for the other.
semi, because he owned clothes
that grandparents would wear.
his bad-ass status had dropped a bit
when that treasure was discovered. )