08-30-2019, 11:38 PM
Indulgance was not a foreign concept to Alastor. Every now and then, he’d enjoy himself. Meaningless sex, false friendships, and perhaps even a drink or two. The doberman could have whatever he pleased with a bit of persuasion. Even so, the scent from afar was delightful to most, to him it almost smelled venomous. Chocolate was poison to these animals, including himself, so why ingest it? He could understand drugs, but subduing yourself to an intestinal nightmare and the chance of ruining your figure was rather disgusting. Perhaps he was too indulged in himself though.
Yet the older member wandered over, following Sanzu and Number Nine without a word. A purple gaze scanned the area. No objects really caught his eye, but Alastor’s attention did happen to land on Pele. The sunset-colored cat tickled his interest greatly, searching her up and down carefully. From her necklace to the satchel, seemed loosely composed. For God’s sake, she was baking cookies out of all things. Her personality was another thing too. Talking to a non-sentient pet, almost a slave, just caused the Doberman to crane his head. How odd. Thankfully for what she lacked in competence, she made up for in tea.
He pulled himself away from the group who crowded the door and settled down near the kettle politely, considering stopping it early for his own benefit. Figuring he’d have to wait anyways, Alastor began to mingle amongst them. ”My name is Alastor,” he mentioned confidently. ”A pleasure to be a guest of yours, ma’am.” Whether or not the canine was welcome, he was going to take what he wanted anyways. It might as well be in a peaceful manner.
Yet the older member wandered over, following Sanzu and Number Nine without a word. A purple gaze scanned the area. No objects really caught his eye, but Alastor’s attention did happen to land on Pele. The sunset-colored cat tickled his interest greatly, searching her up and down carefully. From her necklace to the satchel, seemed loosely composed. For God’s sake, she was baking cookies out of all things. Her personality was another thing too. Talking to a non-sentient pet, almost a slave, just caused the Doberman to crane his head. How odd. Thankfully for what she lacked in competence, she made up for in tea.
He pulled himself away from the group who crowded the door and settled down near the kettle politely, considering stopping it early for his own benefit. Figuring he’d have to wait anyways, Alastor began to mingle amongst them. ”My name is Alastor,” he mentioned confidently. ”A pleasure to be a guest of yours, ma’am.” Whether or not the canine was welcome, he was going to take what he wanted anyways. It might as well be in a peaceful manner.
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