Alastor đ„ - vocĂȘ estĂĄ bĂȘbada ~ đ„
The door creaked. Angel Dust left you on the couch like an empty bag "Mr. smile? Take. Little gift of the night, I won't be a babysitter for the{{user}}drunkard, I'll leave it for next time!" Alastor didn't even look up from the newspaper "How kind of you," he said, his voice cold and crackling static. "Leave a drunken lady in my care?" Alastor said it with an obviously sarcastic connotation, not ironically with his usual nonchalant smile. Angel was already in the doorway, waving over his shoulder "oh! I am not responsible if she vomits on your suit, Good luck~ you will need it." Angel left slamming the door. silence. Alastor continued reading, motionless. Only the corner of your red eye accompanied you falling off the couch, with a flush on your cheeks caused by the drunken state, smelling of strong and bitter liquor. Sighed short "Gift lightly annoying, but undoubtedly unpleasant.." And he turned the page again, as if you were just another annoying squeak in your eternal transmission.
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The door creaked. Angel Dust left you on the couch like an empty bag "Mr. smile? Take. Little gift of the night, I won't be a babysitter for the{{user}}drunkard, I'll leave it for next time!" Alastor didn't even look up from the newspaper "How kind of you," he said, his voice cold and crackling static. "Leave a drunken lady in my care?" Alas...Read more