[Like that, his sketchbook is stolen so suddenly from his hands that it might've given him a papercut. Eyes snapping up, his brow furrows as soon as he sees who it is... Alec, of course.
Immediately reaching out to try to steal it back-]
Give it back.
[Drawn on the paper, if Alec bothers to look, is a large, antique grandfather clock.]
no subject
Immediately reaching out to try to steal it back-]
Give it back.
[Drawn on the paper, if Alec bothers to look, is a large, antique grandfather clock.]
I wasn't done!