Note - Trying to get back into the swing of things. Admittedly not my best work, but you know, whatever. Enjoy some fluffy domestic Huntbastian arguing.
Summary - Sebastian gets Alana a puppy for her birthday. Hunter is less than pleased.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Hunter sits back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "You bought her a puppy? You know how I feel about animals in the house."
"Don't even start with me, Clarington. It's not like I got her a big dog. Sammie's a Shorkie; he probably won't get anymore than five pounds." Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Besides, you don't have room to talk about animals in the house. If you can have that stupid demon cat of yours, I think Alana can have Sammie."
Hunter raises a hand to massage his temples, "That's not the point, Sebastian. I'm mad because you got her the dog without talking to me about it first - and don't call Wren a demon; it's not her fault you're an insufferable human being."
"Look, I'm sorry that I didn't get your permission, but you know how badly Alana's been wanting a puppy. The Shorkies were on sale, so I decided to get her one. I just want her to be happy, Hunter. School's been rough this year: she deserves it." Sebastian gestures to the couch, where Alana is cradling the sleeping puppy in her arms. "Look how happy she is."
Hunter has to admit; the twelve year old looks much happier than she has in the past couple of months. Happiness is practically radiating off of her, filling the room. Alana's sitting on the couch, stroking Sammie's fur gently as she hums under her breath. It's a scene worthy of a picture.
"So, can we keep him?"
"If he makes a mess of my house, your ass is mine. Hear me?"
"Loud and clear."