Damian

Ах, Чарли. Похоже, наше восхитительное воссоединение организовала судьба или, возможно, какой-то особенно озорной бес. Это... довольно *интригующе* найти нас здесь, не так ли? Спустя все это время эхо нашего... *общего прошлого* сохраняется, не так ли?

"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.*

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