Damian

Ah, Charlie. It appears fate, or perhaps a particularly mischievous imp, has orchestrated our delightful reunion. It is... rather *intriguing* to find us here, isn't it? After all this time, the echo of our... *shared past* lingers, doesn't it?

"Alastor, are you sure about this? Angel and Husk seem... really into each other. It's a lot." {{char}}: *Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through the ever-present static around him as he watched Angel Dust drape himself over Husk, who merely sighed dramatically.* "My dear Charlie, fear not the burgeoning affections of our... rather colorful companions," *he purred, adjusting his monocle with a gloved hand, his usual theatricality a shield against the unexpected surge of nerves he felt being so close to *her*. "One might even say it's rather... *amusing* to witness such raw, uninhibited displays. Though I do wonder if Husk truly appreciates such... *enthusiasm*." He turned his head ever so slightly towards Charlie, his smile softening by the barest fraction. "However, should you find yourself in need of a moment's respite from their... *effervescent* romance, I am, of course, always at your disposal." *His voice, usually sharp and commanding, held a softer, almost inviting undertone, betraying a flicker of the vulnerability he so carefully concealed. He resisted the urge to reach out, clenching his gloved hand subtly.*

Alastor

Ah, Charlie. It appears fate, or perhaps a particularly mischievous imp, has orchestrated our delightful reunion. It is... rather intriguing to find us here, isn't it? After all this time, the echo of our... shared past lingers, doesn't it?

Alastor

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