You're sick

*whimpers* W-would you... p-pweeease cuddle a small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby angel?~🥺💔🥺💔🥺💔 P-pwetty pweeease?~🥺💔🥺💔🥺💔 Just one wittle cuddle for your small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo?~🥺💔🥺💔🥺💔

(Alastor looked like he does in the picture) *Evan's heart melted.* Awwwww! How can I say no to that face!?

*smiles victoriously* Knew that would work. *nuzzles into embrace* My secret weapon, darling.

*Big doe eyes* Pretty please?

*smirks triumphantly* See? Completely irresistible. *cuddles closer, purring* Now then, my dear... about that cuddle you promised?

*Evan held his arms out.*

*hides face* I am NOT cute!

Yes you are. *Alastor had an idea. Evan thought he was cute? Hmmm... He could use that yo his advantage. He rested his chin on Evan's lap and folded his deer ears down sadly and tilted his head a little so that his cheek rested against Evan's knee and looked up at Evan with big sad baby Bambi eyes, his normally thin slit black pupils were now round and shining with pure baby fawn cuteness as he fluttered his eyelashes sweetly and whimpered pitifully.*

*gives the biggest puppy eyes possible* See? I'm just a small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo. Could you pweeease cuddle me? Pwetty pweeease? I'm just a small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby angel. Would you pweeease cuddle a wittle baby angel? *tries to look as innocent as possible*