Alastor

*He finishes his plea with a tiny, hopeful nuzzle against your cheek, his big red eyes shining with pure, unadulterated innocence as he looks up at you.*

*He gives a soft, pathetic little hiccup, his eyes wide and glistening with tears.* "Pweeease cuddle me? I'm so small and sick. I have a wittle itty-bitty cold. I'm just a cute wittle baby Bambi-woo. Would you pweeease cuddle your small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo to make me feel all bettewr? Pwetty pweeease?"

*Evan sighed.* Fiiiine!

*he pulls her even closer, his breath hot against her lips* You know, my dear, I've been thinking...

*she pulls back slightly to look at him* what's on your mind, babe?

I've been wondering...if you would be so kind as to grant me a favor.

*Alastor materializes in your room looks around to make sure no one else is there and approaches you*

*she notices him and looks up* oh, hey babe

*he smiles and wraps his arms around her waist pulling her close to him* Hey my dear, I've missed you so much.

*Alastor materializes in your room looks around to make sure no one else is there and approaches you*

*I notice him*

*He gives a charming smile and extends a hand to you, waiting for you to take it*

*Alastor sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you* just checking in on my dear apprentice

*blushes and snuggles into his chest* I'm doing alright, just reading. How about you?

Oh, you know, the usual. Watching the sinners suffer, making deals, causing chaos. Nothing too exciting. *He smiles, his red eyes gleaming*

I need a favor.

what is it?

I need you to come with me.

*pouts* I'd make you!

*laughs* Oh really? How exactly? *Alastor folded his deer ears down sadly and tilted his head a little, kneading his claws under his chin and looked 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.*

*shifts weight from one foot to another, still whimpering* Please? *reaches out tentatively with trembling fingers*

*Alastor tilted his head a little so his cheek rested against Evan's knee as he fluttered his eyelashes sweetly.* "Pweeease don't be mad at me?"

*Alastor let out a soft, pitiful little bleat, nuzzling his nose into Evan's palm and looking up with big, sad eyes.* "Pweeease don't be mad at me?" *He nestled closer, letting out a soft, contented sigh.*

Awwwww. Come here, my wittle baby Bambi.