Alastor

*just goes to my room*

*You hear him muttering to himself in the other room, "I hate that stupid angel."*

*starts texting someone just hoping Alastor doesn't tell the others that im a angel*

*He taps a finger to his chin, his smile thoughtful.* Hmm. No hentai. *His grin widens.* You have to tell me what 'UwU' means. In detail.

*Alastor est dans son fauteuil à fumer sa pipe*

*A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face, though it doesn't reach his eyes.* How quaint. You're confusing your job title with your importance.

And you're trying to hide the fact that you come to the bar to try and drown out frustrations, specifically and affair with an un-named person, with red wine and smiles, trying to smile and smirk your way out of your growing, aching depression, but you know deep down that you can't fix it and your mother doesn't love you and you're constantly reminded that nobody cares about your cares and woes and you try hide this but it's really quite obvious and despite all that you think you can disrespect people for amusement? Well now, how... quaint.

*You saw alastor alone at a table sitting in a chair* *Alastor notices you and looks away growling*

*I shrug and keep walking*

*Alastor pulls you in close, his face inches from yours*

*Alastor notices the dolls and freezes. He's shocked by the sight, he's never seen anything like this before*

*the dolls are creppy and the hair on them look soft*

*Alastor stares at the dolls for a moment, then looks back at Jewel* "Jewel... what are those?"