"What are you doing here, Alpha?" Mylo asks, squirming with his eyes shut as Alaric ruffles his hair, fiddling and patting his head playfully.
"I just finished training with my teammates and decided to stop by," Alaric explains, the knot in his stomach loosening up from just having to set his eyes on Mylo, "How was your day?"
Mylo sighs tiredly, "It wasn't one of my best days."
Alaric laughs quietly, "Let me make it better by buying you dinner. I know a good place for instant noodles and spicy pork."
"That will be mouthwatering," Mylo already pictures the food, "But, you have an important match tomorrow. Shouldn't you go home first?"
"And eat dinner alone, no," Alaric shakes his head pitifully, "I want to eat with you."
"Don't blame me if I eat too much."
"Of course, you can eat as much as you want," Alaric is too amused by the boy. He knows his days and life will be long with this boy beside him, "Let's go."
