"Alice," Devon's voice suddenly rang out, and she turned to find him behind her.
Did he just teleport into their house?
He held an expression of relief as he hurried to hug her.
"You're finally back."
"Ah, yes, yes," she said, tapping his arm because he was hugging her neck to the point of suffocation.
As soon as he noticed it, he let go of her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was reckless of me," he said, but smiled happily as he ruffled her hair. "I missed you a lot."
Alice paused. That was pretty direct.
"I've also seen all you've been up to. You're really amazing," he said, and caught sight of Mark. "Ah, Mark. How have you been?"
"I've been well, but can you not teleport into my house without permission next time?" Mark asked, clicking his tongue as he stared at the mud on the floor.
Where had he been all along for him to create such a mess?
"Just look at what you did to the floor." He folded his arms, and Devon turned his head.
