<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla couldn’t help but laugh along. Lucian’s laughter was infectious, even when they were teasing her, instead of the other way around. She’d never had interactions like this with their family, and it was almost bittersweet to have them here, knowing what they could have had with their family. But they were so much better off here, even if they’d come from a loving home, which they certainly did not.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;oh He’s definitely making you wear a dress.&gt;</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;realy? Cause you never wear them. So… it wouldn’t be me dressing up as you. Unless he decided to make you wear one too.&gt;</i> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi sighed,</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “yes. Willing, and intentional..” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he replied reluctantly.</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;Point taken.&gt; </span></i>