"Well, well! A compliment! I'm better than taxes. I'll take that... to the bank."
Alastor, enjoy a brief finger-guns. But off he went, supported by the cane to bring himself back to his office. He needed to sit and sleep this off, maybe have a little juice. Ooh, and cookies.
But despite his departure and his absence for the remainder of the evening, he hadn't gone off completely quietly into the evening...
...Alastor would find himself treading into the solace of his beloved bit of the bayou, and finding it a little more red than usual.
Myriad crimson wildflowers had spontaneously sprung to life amid the grass, mixed with big red clover blossoms; massive hibiscus lie in wait amid the shrubs, swaying with every stray breeze. The fireflies had their new perches to watch their paramours blink and dance through the air.
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Alastor, enjoy a brief finger-guns. But off he went, supported by the cane to bring himself back to his office. He needed to sit and sleep this off, maybe have a little juice. Ooh, and cookies.
But despite his departure and his absence for the remainder of the evening, he hadn't gone off completely quietly into the evening...
...Alastor would find himself treading into the solace of his beloved bit of the bayou, and finding it a little more red than usual.
Myriad crimson wildflowers had spontaneously sprung to life amid the grass, mixed with big red clover blossoms; massive hibiscus lie in wait amid the shrubs, swaying with every stray breeze. The fireflies had their new perches to watch their paramours blink and dance through the air.