[part of an argument dies before it can even make it out of his mouth. he learned a long time ago that there's really no sense trying to argue with these kinds of people. he'll be wrong no matter what, especially when he doesn't say exactly what he means...
but what does he mean? Alec glances over at some extremely normal-seeming people down the sidewalk, who have yet to notice that he's mumbling at the reflection in an antique store.]
My name's... Alec. [at least, he's fairly sure it is.] Unless you're here to deliver something terrible, in which case I'd like to change my answer.
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but what does he mean? Alec glances over at some extremely normal-seeming people down the sidewalk, who have yet to notice that he's mumbling at the reflection in an antique store.]
My name's... Alec. [at least, he's fairly sure it is.] Unless you're here to deliver something terrible, in which case I'd like to change my answer.