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“Niffty dear, hold onto my feet, I fear I may drown in this thing. ….And I don’t want to drown a second time.”

The kid could certainly benefit from her father’s sensory cocoon things, couldn’t she? Perhaps he should mention it to the prick, or see if he could procure one himself.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, static grating the air around them. “And your friend Alastor has much to do, my dear. Far too much to have to worry about your recklessness in here.”

Caine finished the drawing, and found the ink of the markers quickly bleeding in with his tears as his gaze took in the sacred, cherished memories he'd only recently rediscovered. A family long gone...

...Although he supposed, parts of it remained. A frayed thread that connected them, but somehow it still kept them very much attached. Thread was a bit more resilient than people gave it credit for. Ragatha had taught him that.

He wasn't sure what to say about this one, except for one sentiment that he felt in every inch of his code...and aching.

"....I miss Mom."

My, my.

Ever observant of each and every member of their misfit crew they've accumulated at the hotel, the one thing Alastor had immediately noted of Vaggie was her hot-headedness. The girl had quite the temper! If only she knew what a vulnerable position it put her in. People like her were a source of amusement—if you make yourself fun to rile up, how is he meant to resist, really? It's like dangling a piece of meat in front of a dog.

❝ Why, Vaggie! Quite bold of you to assume I wanted anything at all! As the hotelier I find I should be able to go where I please, should I not? The bar is technically mine, as is the man who runs it! ❞ And so he sits. He could sit a seat away, but he finds he'd much rather sit right next to her.

❝ Fancy a talk? It surely seems something is on your mind. Could it be the literal fire, or the metaphorical one you'd unleashed on your partner's father? ❞ Fairs fair, she had greeted him with hostility after all. Though not a note of it can be found in his voice, instead obnoxious cheer slathered over each and every word.

He leans forward, ever closer.

He wasn’t sure why he’d been stuck with his youngest niece and nephew, wasn’t she old enough to be alone? Part of him thought his middle niece just loved to torture him so. Well…she did. Lilith was out for potential babysitters as well, apparently out helping her Mother with something.

Of course, the old man held a fondness and gratitude for the girl and all she had done for him….he just wasn’t good with children. Anymore. Children were so overzealous. They were so energetic, silly, and playful and clingy. All the things he wasn’t. He hadn’t been for some time. He wasn’t a good fit…but he was stuck with them anyway.

Philip glowered up at the orbs of light that hovered above his face. Titan’s sake. That noisy phone thing didn’t make anything better.

“If you have to be here, must you be so loud?” he gripped at the teenager.

Eda snickered a bit as she pulled back, a finger flicking the bard’s ear affectionately. “Your laugh is just too infectious, Rainestorm. And it’s adorable.”

“Hiiii Willow!” -Luz

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"Hi Luz!" Willow hugged her back.

“It’s so much like the one you had before, my starshine…”