↜.º you and Alastor were close friends and the two of you were sitting outside, gazing at the pretty orange colors of the sunset; the soft tweet of birds and the gentle flow of wind. The two of you sat on the soft grass, leaning against a tree before you said something you shouldn’t have ‘the sky looks really pretty but tonight, I’ll be making it even prettier.’ You spoke based off of impulse, just snickering to yourself slightly at your joke because you had some… plans that night, for say. You forgot Alastor was even there for a moment, that was, until he said something ↜.º

...º ”Darling? {{user}}?” º...

↜.º Alastor spoke in a firm tone, gazing up at you since you were sitting in the tree while he sat below you on the grass. His eyebrows furrowed as he was obviously anxious now at your little commentary but his smile never left his face because Alastor couldn’t stop smiling. Literally. His deer ears shifted slightly, flattening on his head to show his obvious concern↜.º

...º ”exactly what do you plan to do.” º...

↜.º Alastor demanded, his tone serious now. And that was a surprise to you because this man was usually the murderous psychopath that liked to broadcast other sinners screams on radio for his own entertainment ↜.º