I don’t know (/he huffs, nuzzling into the other’s neck) Someone could’ve broken in here and could’ve been trying to steal your stove…I know I picked your lock a couple of times (/his embrace tightens around the other, pulling him closer even as his nose wrinkles in distaste when the acrid smoke of the cigarette assaults his sensitive sense of smell)..You better say that…So where are my gifts that you promised me? (/he wiggles his eyebrows playfully at the vampire)

{Arching his brows in question, an amused snort escapes his parted lips at the words Luhan utters, free hand motioning upwards to linger by his neck, playing with the soft strands adorning his hairline.;} I doubt anyone would break in to steal my stove, Lu. {Shakes his head, taking a long drag off his cigarette, turning his head to the side when exhaling a clod of smoke.;} I’m well aware of the fact that you picked my lock before, but now you have your own key so no more breaking in. {Presses his lips to the younger’s forehead, lips curling upwards in a small crooked smile, faint but visible. The emotion it brings forth is still one he doesn’t know all too well, but it no longer causes him discomfort, rather the exact opposite.;} Your gifts hm? Well darling, they’re stacked in the hallway. I knew you were sleeping and i didn’t want to wake you.