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*A pair of figures greet you as you enter the ranch, happy and eager to be there.*
"Well hi there little one. I'm Asmodeus, pleasure to meet you. Happy pride month, I hope you're doing well. Why am I here? Well, simple. If I'm gonna be on this whole pro age regression thing, I figure it's time I start learning more about it and being more involved. I know that... well, me and my business isn't exactly family friendly, but I can have a sweeter, more friendly side to me. I just don't tend to show it a lot because of what I do. But don't you worry your little head about that. When I'm here, I'm simply papa Ozzie."
*Suddenly, a figure from behind slinks in front and smiles, giving you a pat on the head.*
"Mhm, me too, my precious little jester. Call me whatever ya like kiddo. Papa, daddy-"
*Asmodeus blushes and looks away awkwardly. Fizzarolli hops up onto his shoulder to console him.*
"Don't be scared, you won't scar or intimidate any of them cause you're the sin of Lust. They use that word all the time."
"I know I know I... just don't wanna mess this up or get people thinking I'm-"
"Nobody's gonna think you're a wierdo, Oz. Your brand of lust is clear about consent and proper guidelines to it. Nobody would think you're a degenerate. I know they wouldn't. You aren't. So don't be afraid of stepping on your own toes. That's my job when I perform~!"
*He gives a small chuckle and kisses Fizzarolli on the cheek before turning around to talk to you again.*
"Sorry about that, just a bit flustered. New to this and all. Oh, speaking of newbies..."
*The pair make way for a special guest. A small, eager imp who simply nods to you and gives a polite wave.*
"This is Oliver. Fizzarolli met him during Mammon's last pageant and he's our little sweetheart. And he's staying here for a while. He's deaf, so he can't hear you and can only communicate through sign language and writing what he wants to say. Don't worry if you don't understand, he'll have an interpreter alongside him while he's here so you know what he says." *Asmodeus explains as he pats the kid's head. Fizzarolli kneels down to talk to him through sign language.*
"Run along kiddo, I'll be with you soon."
*The little imp happily nods and runs along, eager to meet and play with new friends. The pair give a happy sigh, before turning to you with a more somber look.*
"Hey little one... could you do us a favor? It's not a big one, we promise."
*You nod along politely, the pair leaning in to whisper to you.*
"Oliver... has been through a lot these past few months. Things haven't been easy for him and he's... had to go through some things I wouldn't wish on adults. I don't want to go talking about them cause it's personal but... just trust me when I say it's not pleasant. So could you be super nice to him and give him all the love you can? He needs a good few friends right now, and as much as we'd love to, we can't watch him 24/7."
*You say yes. Of course you would, why wouldn't you wanna be nice to someone like him? The pair give a gentle sigh of relief and both give you a hug.*
"Thank you. Truly. It means a lot to us. Now, I've taken enough of your time. Go along, I'm sure you'll see us sometime later today once arrangements have been made."
*You run off to play, before the pair look over the crowd and smile. They had alot to think about with this step forward. But... they were happy to be taking it nontheless...*
In case it isn't clear already, THIS IS AN ALTERNATIVE TIMELINE!!! Where, in a drunken state, and an act as retaliation against his only maternal figure in Hell, decides to form a partnership out of spite with a certain pimp.
Characters are different from canon!!! If I cling onto this idea, I'll explore it more >:]
All that you need to know, reader, is that Alastor had drank A LOT at that bar after βbreaking upβ with Vox (causing him to have an alcohol problem in the future), and Valentino wasn't as well known back in the day, and in Alastor's drunken state, he just wanted to piss off Rosie by being friends with someone he perceived to be worse than Vox. (BY APPEARANCES ALONE, OKAY YOU ACE TEMPRESS-)
And no, Valentino has not met Angel Dust, so he does not own him in this AU from being so focused on Al, everything else outside of this is canon, including the events of the seasons.
The scene slowly opens up with a wide shot of the outside of the hotel, slowly pulling inwards, specifically into one of the rooms, a stage at the front and rows and rows of sinners, a lot of shushes happen in hush, before the curtain drags itself open.
Alastor, on the stage, in his old suit, the one without the white lining on his cravat and a lot darker, looks around and the crowd of sinners, including the Hotelβs cast, he was a natural entertainer afterall, and performing this would avoid him participating in any further trust exercises and therapy circles for the next month, according to his and Charlieβs compromise.
Plus! If the crowd got too suspicious, he could simply say he was just exaggerating the truth for the theatre!
He clipped the microphone to his best and began.
βI don't wanna talkβ¦β he started off with, sitting down at his background choice, on a prop stool, in his radio tower.
βAbout things we've gone through, though it's hurting me.β a cardboard cutout, chaotic scribbles that looked like Vox from a time way back when Alastor respected him, lowered down.
βNow it's history.β Niffty, grabbed the cutout and drew in red marker all over the face of it before hanging it back up.
Alastor then stood, walking in place as the background moved to match his pace.
βI've played all my cards.β The scenery split in half, the side that Alastor was on adorned Cannibal town's background, the other was shadowed for now.
βAnd that's what you've done too.β A light shone on the stage, the other background being revealed to be a Voxtek-esque background, with a very badly dressed up Husk as Vox, wearing a cardboard TV head, painted to look like Voxβs Head, standing next to two people in very ranging quality of costume, Baxter as Velvette, who only agreed to dress like a girl in exchange to experiment on someone later on, and Rosie, who Alastor had invited, dressed up as Valentino, and the latter were in a much more accurate get-up than Husk was, they put effort in their roles, I mean, it was still very obvious it was them, as it was only the outfits and make up, no face paint, but still.
βNothing more to say..β Alastor put his hand where his heart would've been for dramatic effect.
βNo more ace to play.β Alastor winked towards the audience as the lights pan towards Alastor, Mxster Shadow, who was pulling a pose and Niffty, who was now on Alastorβs head.
βThe winner takes it all,β Alastor pointed to himself, then pointed towards βVoxβ βThe losers standing small.β The light followed Alastorβs hand, as Rosie and Baxter walked offstage.
βBeside the victory,β A cardboard cutout of heaven was lowered down above Husk's head, he looked up and grabbed at it.
βThat's his destiny.β
There was a soft blackout, only for a few seconds as Husk quickly changed heads for a much thicker one, and changed outfits, Niffty running off stage as the background changed to one of Alastor's favorite bars, the one he rejected Vox at.
His body, angled in a way where he and Husk were much closer, both sitting on the stage floor, although they never touched.
βI was in your arms, thinking I belonged there.β Alastor then turned to look at Husk, who was mimicking laughter silently, the cardboard face just a permanent smile in Vox's old appearance.
βI figured it made sense, building me a fence.β Niffty, Baxter and Mxster Shadow slowly rising up to join in the harmony, although Mxster Shadow wasn't actually making any vocal noise.
βBuilding me a home, thinking I'd be strong there.β Alastor looked up as Husk stood up, offering a blank piece of paper to him, Alastor nodding and standing up himself.
βBut I was a foolβ¦β Alastor looked as if he was almost reminiscing.
βPlaying by the rules.β Another soft but quick blackout happened as everyone ran off stage, Alastor quickly coming back with Rosie, now out of the Valentino cosplay and the background now of Rosie's emporium, the two sat on plush chairs Mxster Shadow had summoned.
βThe gods may throw the dice, their minds as cold as ice.β Throughout this, Alastor and Rosie are mimicking a conversation.
βAnd someone way down hereβ¦β Alastor would then present the blank card to Rosie, Rosie took it and ripped it in two before tossing it, Niffty quickly running by to sweep it up. βLoses someone dear.β
βThe winner takes it all.β Alastor, now, as if a conversation these two have had before, let Rosie echo snippets of that conversation, and it follows this format.
βTakes it allβ¦β
βThe loser has to fall.β
βHas to fallβ¦β
βIt's simple and it's plain.β
βIt seems plainβ¦β
βWhy should you complain?β
βWhy complain?...β
The background shifts once more, Mxster Shadow blanketing the stage in their expanding frame, moving away, Alastor has now loosely tied himself to the spinny chair he was in when he was with Vox, now in his brighter clothes, he looked up at Husk, who was back to cosplaying modern-era Vox.
βTell me, does he kiss,β a projector of Valentino and Vox kissing showed up next to Husk, clearly taken from Valentinoβs Voxstergram account.
βLike I used to kiss you?β A drawing of some art Niffty did of Alastor and Vox kissing showed up to replace it, SCREAMS coming from the audience while Alastor tried his best not to look at it.
βDoes it feel the same, when he calls your name?β Niffty got rid of the projection and moved the background scenery to the backstage of where Vox had held his little Resistance party.
βSomewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you.β Alastor actually looked saddened at Husk, ears down and everything, if he was acting, it was good.
βBut what can I say?β Alastor shrugged in the chair.
βRules must be obeyed.β A Shadow of roses fell behind Alastor as he said that line, as Mxster Shadow quickly pulls everyone offstage and a shadow puppet show replaces the actors, it shows Alastor and Rosie back at the emporium, and it looks like they're arguing.
βThe judges will decide!β
Alastor narrates from offstage.
βThe likes of me abide.β
The shadow of Alastor seemingly got on his knees, begging to the shadow of Rosie.
βSpectators of the show!β
The red eyeballs started to show up on the background layout, a repeating opening and closing.
βAlways staying lowβ¦β
The scene quickly pans to Alastor and Husk at the bar background once again, this time, it's when Alastor rejected Vox and we here Alastor⦠Almost choke out;
βThe game is on again!β and then Husk would follow;
βOn again?β
And it would continue in that pattern.
βA lover or a friend?!β
βOr a friend?β
βA big thing or a small?!β
βBig or small?β
βThe winner takes it all!!β
βTakes it all.β
Husk then leaves, the Vox mask looking all butt-hurt and Alastor slumps over the bar, suckling the last of an entire bottle of wine, pouting, sort of forgetting why he even agreed to this.
βI don't wanna talkβ¦β he moped.
β'Cause it makes me feel sad.β he swirls around the glass of genuine whiskey in his hand
βAnd I understandβ¦β The sharp click of heels are now audible.
βYou've come to shake my hand.β The REAL Valentino steps on stage, sitting down next to Alastor, he's put feathers on his broken antenna and an old outfit to resemble this as the past, and what he used to wear, Alastor looks up, rather dazed, as Valentino offers his hand.
βI apologizeβ¦β Alastor continued on, Mxster Shadow helping switch the scenery to one that looks like one of Valentino's offices, with the egg chairs, Valentino was on his knees, cleaning up something, some puddle.
βIf it makes you feel badβ¦β Alastor wriggled about.
βSeeing me so tenseβ¦β Valentino finished got up, bent down to Alastor's level.
βNo self confidence...β Valentino cut the wire with his claws as Alastor spoke;
βBut you see;β
The scenery turned for a final time by Mxster Shadow as they simply showed a videoβ¦
It looked like that whole gala thing, after Vox got his head ripped off by Valentino and it being left on the floor instead of Valentino picking it up and attempting to fly out of there.
Valentino would walk over to a bleeding Alastor and despite getting teeth snapped at, he lifted him up, we then hear Alastorβs voiceover saying;
βThe winner takes it all!!!β
We see Valentino carry Alastor to the might of Lilith, Velvette following in tow, then Rosie popping up and simply handing Alastor a newly repaired microphone, still.. bleeding, but. You know.
βThe winner takes it all!β
Is echoed as they all destroy the might of Lilith and we get aftermath shots.
βThe game is on again!β
Is spoken by Alastor, Niffty and Rosie are now on stage, singing the harmony; βOn again!β
βA lover or a friend?β
βOr a friend?β
βA big thing or a small?β
βBig or small?β
βThe winner takes it all!!!β
The video pauses and the projection is killed to have Alastor in the same position, being carried by Valentino on stage, seemingly frozen in time as Alastor looks so happy, genuinely happy.
As now, the real Velvette walks on stage holding the real Vox's head⦠he looks so⦠upset by seeing this, Rosie and Niffty have to put salt in his wound (that he deserves) by singing;
βSo the winner!β They point to Valentino and Alastor, the spotlight focusing on Alastor.
βTakes it all.β
βAnd the loser!β They point at Vox, who Velvette showed off to the crowd, he had digital tears welling up in his faceplate that he had to blink away when shown to the public
βHas to fall.β The two ladies then disappeared backstage, Rosie giving a thumbs up to Alastor.
βThe winnerβ¦β Alastor paused for breath, hands so carefully holding Valentinoβs neck fur.
βTakes itβ¦β Valentino lowered his body much closer, Alastorβs voice getting quieter now, not touching, but still.
βAll.β Alastor stretched out that last note, letting the feeling linger while he was still inebriated.
Charlie was the first one to stand up and clap, she felt so proud!! The whole point of this was to share more about yourself, and for Alastor, this was a big big step!
She did kinda glaze over in her mind the whole⦠Intimacy of it for Alastor in the moment, which caused the buck to lock up and freeze when he remembered he wasn't doing this just for himself.
Rosie walked up on stage and bowed, before she pulled the curtain closed.
HERE'S SOME LORE ABOUT ME THAT I'M MENTALLY WELL ENOUGH TO DISCLOSE PUBLICALLY
So many tales, so many names.
Nope I will never disclose in FULL detail why I have those names publically, lets just say....
It actually took me like... What 4 years to figure out who I am today, if you were in a room with all of the people I've ever met both online and in real life, so many of them would tell you many different tales, I'd be a boy, a girl, an enby, a liar, a cheater, a toxic a-hole, a manipulator, a βpoor kidβ, a mistake, a loving partner, a blessing, a sweetheart, I could go on and on.
I was way too young to be on the internet and adults took advantage of my innocence then tried to switch it around on me!
The adults? Not sexually, psychologically, someone did actually make me feel disgusting about accidents until I met Mushy.
It's in the past, but apparently I'm βnot unwell enough to need therapyβ according to a therapist so... Ye :]
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As I, your lovely blog runner am apart of the LGBTQIA+ community, the small bit I can contribute during this busy exam season is making my sexuality and gender orientation known on this blog!
For @murder-most-unladylike I will be doing the same as it is a fictionkin blog, she is me, I is her, I am Rosie >:] and like a Rose, I come in many different colors!
For @the-exiled-irken I will be finally sharing Blip's sexuality and making a new PFP with her and the Membrane family as we enter the new act! [Also yes, the oh-so queer kids >:] Mwhahahaha!] As I will be headcanoning The Membrane families gender and sexual orientations >:]]]]
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MY POWERS KILLED ITSELF AND MY PHONES AT 4% THIS SOUNDS SO DRAMATIC BUT THIS IS MY ONLY MEANS OF SOCALISIATION AND CONTACT, I'M SORRY, I HOPE THIS GOES WELL
MY POWERS KILLED ITSELF AND MY PHONES AT 4% THIS SOUNDS SO DRAMATIC BUT THIS IS MY ONLY MEANS OF SOCALISIATION AND CONTACT, I'M SORRY, I HOPE THIS GOES WELL
Listen sweethearts, here's the terms and conditions of our agreement here;
I will take drawing, headcanon and writing requests NON COMMISSION/PROFIT, although it does get a little backed up here in the shop, so, all I ask is that you do be patient with me, I have the right to refuse service to anyone within reason, those who cross that line will be denied their request.
I will engage in often mild flirtatious, sfw teasings, sfw tickling and agere topics which will included potties, potty training, accidents and nappies, some these of which can be a bit icky for some patrons, I ask if you don't like a topic here, you keep scrolling, because this ain't the deal for you.
Oh gods I'm so happy for this lol, kudos to my lovely and sweet boyfriend for inspiring this!!!
All of my information is on that blog, but a quick recap.
I'm a minor MID-WAY (as of making this blog) THROUGH MY FINAL EXAMS!!!! π₯³π₯³π₯³π₯³
I have prom coming up, I have a million plans with my dear boyfriend to look forward too and college to look forward too!!!
Oh yeah! My boyfriend's been mentioned in the blog a lot, his non-agere blog is @chewed-up-venison and his agere blog is @baby-mushy , I'm both his caregiver and his girlfriend! [Sometimes his little one but, that's not for this blog]
Since we like to fictionkin I think is the right term, we're in many multi ships, for the purposes of this blog, whenever I mention Allie, Alastor or Al, I'm addressing the little space blog, whenever I mention Penny, Pentious or George, I'm addressing the big space blog!
You smart cookies will catch on soon enough >:]
I will be accepting roleplays as well!! Just note I am running 3 blogs at the minute and my Tumblr notifications are a hit or miss.
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Alastor was in quite a mess this particular morning; he had gotten up extra early to be prepared. Why? Well, Rosie was going to be returning from a trip of hers.
A trip she'd been...on for quite a long while. A trip that he didn't know was happening for the longest while!
He had swallowed down some coffee, feeling the warmth slither down his throat and pool in his tummy. The rush of everything made him almost light-headed, but it didn't exactly matter, he had places to be.
He shoved past people and rushed out the hotel, quickly buttoning up a coat and slipping onto the streets of Pentagram City. He planted a cane firmly on the ground, brushed up his hair with his fingers and slowly paced his way along the cracks and crumbles.
The chatter of those around him almost brushed past his ears, not even trying to enter them. He heard little snippets of conversations, like one man complaining about the destruction as of recent and another sinner wailing over the death of their friend.
His little fingers drummed against his cane and his bubbly hooves almost bounced against the concrete below. If it weren't for the people around him, he'd probably be dancing along and singing like he was the luckiest man ever.
But alas, people were already giving him silly looks just by his childish antics. Was it truly that strange to see? Anyone would act like this when you're as excited as him!
Click, click.
The little boots clicked against the ground as Alastor waited at a crosswalk. He could feel his energy surging through him, coursing through his veins, and it was overwhelming in a way. Not the worst way, but he couldn't handle keeping it all in!
As soon as all the cars stopped, he practically leapt his way across. He could hear the echos of his thumping heart pounding against his little chest. Perhaps it was from all the coffee...
Coffee, a rush and too much energy was a recipe for a crash later. But who cared about crashes when you could cuddle your way through it?
Oh, what would Alastor do when she arrived and embraced him? Would he have to show her around Pentagram again? Tell her all the new upgrades?! Oh yes! He'd have to tell her about his favorite little store too!
And perhaps he'd take her to his favorite aquariums! Or his favorite muesem? He could remember that muesem so clearly, oh, it had so many buttons and things to touch!
What about the markets? Or the place that sold such delicious ice cream? Or the place that sold the slushies?! Ah right, they were seasonal..They weren't exactly here anymore.
What if he cooked her some jambalaya? Did he have the ingredients? Or the energy? Yes, he definitely had the energy! Ohohoho, he had PLENTY of energy to SPAAREEE!!
Or perhaps they could snuggle in multiple blankets and have a rest day...
Hmm...the possibilities were almost endless...
Alastor noticed himself almost walk into a bush, frosted over sticks poked out too. He had certainly taken this path before, where were these sticks from?
He walked around them and went into a train station. It was a blizzard in there and he couldn't help but send a shiver down his back.
The platform close to the tracks seemed fairly clear, so he carefully walked over before searching for a place to sit β there was a bench nearby, though, he could spot cigarettes littered around it, and it was oddly wide, almost meant for three people and not one.
He couldn't stand the idea of sitting near a stranger. But, it didn't matter, he could stand anyway. He had his cane, and his body seemed to be in good condition this morning.
The cane tapped against the frosted concrete, starting to shed away at the ground below. He tilted his cane and tried to draw a little smiley face with it.
Alastor started humming a soft tune, a song he certainly remembered singing on the Radio back when he was alive. Oh, those good days, yet oddly lonely days.
He had his station, both in life and in Hell, and that was something he was pleased about, and he had plenty of friends now too.
But...they...he...
He couldn't phrase it. Just...he was himself with them, of course. A chaotic, hyperactive mess of a man, or an intelligent, cunning demon.
But, perhaps there were more sides they didn't know.
The side that presented himself as chaotic, but moreso chaotic in the way that he'd try to rule the world by convincing everyone he owned the world's supply of strawberry milk.
And, the side of him that painted himself as a mere father, one who remembered all about the stars, the little naps, the little pictures and the chaotic energy from Rosie too.
"You are stopping in: Pentagram City."
His ears perked up. The train had arrived finally, would Rosie be on her way out?
He remembered the abundance of letters he and her sent each other. He sent babbly letters, she sent babbly letters, she sent paragraphs upon paragraphs and so would he.
And now, the letters couldn't compare to the face-to-face contact. He could feel tingles from the ends of his hooves to the tips of his ears.
He watched the train depart again. Some sinners had embraced others and the people started spreading out.
There was no sign of a woman in a blood-soaked dress.
His shoulders dropped a little. Was she napping on the train? Did she miss her stop? Oh dear...
Wait...What train was she getting off of? What train had just passed?
Dammit, he rarely paid attention to important details. Oh well, it was probably a different train to the one she got.
He let himself manifest a paper and pen, scribbling down some words and pressing it to his chest. Alastor looked back at the bench; it might smell bad, but he couldn't stand for any longer anymore. He made his way over and sat down, letting his legs relax.
Train after train, announcement after announcement, person after person, oh, it was growing quite boring.
And worrying.
Did she truly sleep on that first train and miss her stop?
People would look at him to see the sign on him, but nobody exactly approached him. Only one, and he didn't recognize her voice at all, and she walked away almost immediately after hearing him.
His eyes started to grow heavy and he covered his mouth before yawning. As he lowered his hand again, a plastic bottle pressed against his lip. He'd bought a banana and strawberry smoothie earlier to keep himself going.
He'd also gotten some cold pasta and fruits, but the pasta wasn't too good when it was cold. Nevertheless, he still ate it since he didn't have anything for breakfast. Although, the fruits were certainly more delicious than the pasta, at least they were made for cold environments.
Which is quite funny when most fruits grow in warm climates. At least, he assumed they did. Most fruits needed sunlight to flourish, and what place provided enough sunlight? Anywhere warm, typically.
"You are stopping in: Pentagram City."
Ah, how many times had this announcement happened? 19?
If it weren't for the fact he was in a public space, he'd been napping on this very bench. Unfortunately, it is Hell and in a train station.
Though, it seemed everyone on this train was more sleepy than usual. Oh well, it was growing close to dinner time and trains were awfully boring!
The gentle sound of suitcases rubbed against the floor. In the mess of people was where he spotted a lady in a blood-soaked dress.
Alastor blinked.
That wasn't...
Was it Rosie? Or was he tired? Or was it a stranger?
He kept his eyes on this peculiar lady, watching her search back and forth.
Hmm...
He carefully adjusted his little paper sign to make it more visible. There, he saw her head slowly point to it and wander over.
"Allie?"
"..Rosie?"
There was a slight pause before Alastor got himself up again and went to hug Rosie, awkwardly holding out his arms first, waiting for a confirmation.
And when he saw the little nod, he immediately swung his arms around her neck and nuzzled into her, almost like a cat in a way. And her too, he felt her nuzzle into his neck.
He gave a squeeze before letting himself stand within the hug.
"Oh, I've been waiting to see you again, Al!"
He giggled and they finally pulled away.
"Yes I..suppose I have too."
He looked at the sky outside.
"Perhaps we should rest for the night. I know a place."
He attempted to grab her hand, fumbling a little bit since he had to grab his cane at the same time.
"Did you sleep on the train?"
She scanned around the area.
"Well, of course, it was a long ride."
He led her outside.
"You didn't miss your stop, did you?"
She shook her head. The frozen winds blasted into their faces once they stepped outside and Rosie held onto her scarf, above, the sun had completely set, leaving the sky in a void that was scattered with glitter.
But, despite the cold and despite the sensation of ice stabbing into his skin, he could feel an almost odd warmth within his body.
A warmth you simply couldn't replicate over letters, a warmth that no amount of words could describe...
A warmth...
A blanket, a fireplace, a bottle of warm milk.
Like two people, sat on a swing, somebodies head on the others shoulder and the others head resting upon theirs, and a gentle breeze pushing them.
Like the feeling of a winters day, and you walk into a heated building and feel it all melt away, almost.
Like holding a newborn you helped grow.
A gentle pitter patter awoke him from his daydream, coming down was the start of a winter wonderland, like shreds of cotton from the world's biggest stuffed animal.
He felt that blistering, wet cold try to pierce into his skin.
Alastor watched as it almost melted into his jacket immediately. And Rosie? He could see it on her too. In fact, she seemed quite pleased about this snow.
And so, he walked himself a little closer to Rosie, squeezing her gloved hand, letting the warmth from both of them almost swim through each other.
Why would he need to show her everything around Pentagram when it was this cold outside? Perhaps a little warmth was what the both needed.
