“Ah, rather fitting, that.” He chuckled, attempting to disguise the more ticklish side of his laughter as something born of humour. His antlers were shorter than usual at present, only recently having grown back above his hair. “Thank you, Don.”

“Ahaha, thank you, my dear - I suppose I am prone to wandering off. Perhaps we ought get one of those sets of shirts with such things on, mm?” Though his tone was casual, he rolled his sleeve up a little to keep the words in sight.

“Aw, that’s rather sweet... Stands out nice, too. I appreciate the gesture, haha - thank you.”

“Haha, oh, what’s that you’re doing?” He wasn’t about to complain about one of his best friends drawing on him, tickly or not, but it did confuse him a tad - particularly as he couldn’t see what she was drawing. “I think I need a mirror-”

“Hee! Aha, that tickles a little - what are you doing?” Peering at his arm, which Haven appeared to have commandeered for a bit of art, Alastor mused that those doodles did make for a more cheerful visage than the gouges and bites in his arms. Would it wash out of his fuzz easily? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter too much. “That’s rather sweet...”