...Fuuuuuck, it's too many plants, isn't it? There was insistence about it, the bird a massive nerd about what sorts of flora would exist in a place like this for authenticity-
Alastor spoke up, and it was like a dash of cold water to sober him from his thoughts. Though his stomach twisted in a knot from the tease, he immediately shot up from his seat and blew a raspberry, shrugging a little too tightly.
"Whaaat, like I don't know about your freaky swamp room preference? I told you I'd handle the accommodations, didn't I?" WOOING? Wooing. That's totally not what this is! It's a challenge, and he met it. Hopefully? That sounded like a positive appraisal.
"And the lack of gators is a bit sad, buuuut ultimately better for the baby. Well, well... I think this really is Just Right - I'll have my things in tonight," Alastor chuckled. He'd handle the move - he always used magic to move around the things he used the most, after all. The fireplace would look lovely in there, too.
His arms relaxed, enough to plant his hands on his hips and grin. 'Just Right', huh? And a couple of kisses, too. Hard work really does pay.
He wasn't keeping a tally, though! It was just... amazing that it happened twice... ❤️
"Oh, I think it'll go just fine. They're a flexible pair." He flipped a hand dismissively. Already there were questions of the renovations of this floor and he'd been kicking that ball down the road. But no longer!
"Now, I'll leave you be- I've got to make sure there are no proverbial fires to put out. ...And literal ones. I'm just upstairs, but you give me a little buzz if you need anything, m'kay?"
"I'll be off 'till the witching hour, myself - much to do before 'disappearing' again!" Alastor shrugged, melting into shadow. If nothing else, he's glad that so much of the floor was already damn near perfect - saved him quite a bit of work that he really wasn't keen on doing!
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Alastor spoke up, and it was like a dash of cold water to sober him from his thoughts. Though his stomach twisted in a knot from the tease, he immediately shot up from his seat and blew a raspberry, shrugging a little too tightly.
"Whaaat, like I don't know about your freaky swamp room preference? I told you I'd handle the accommodations, didn't I?" WOOING? Wooing. That's totally not what this is! It's a challenge, and he met it. Hopefully? That sounded like a positive appraisal.
Shut up, it's not wooing. The flowers were.
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"Good luck telling your partners," he chuckled.
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He wasn't keeping a tally, though! It was just... amazing that it happened twice... ❤️
"Oh, I think it'll go just fine. They're a flexible pair." He flipped a hand dismissively. Already there were questions of the renovations of this floor and he'd been kicking that ball down the road. But no longer!
"Now, I'll leave you be- I've got to make sure there are no proverbial fires to put out. ...And literal ones. I'm just upstairs, but you give me a little buzz if you need anything, m'kay?"
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