15 Strangers Week 3 - Sunday

[godspiousjasper]

[ The meeting had all but wrapped up and everyone else had dispersed to go elsewhere, but it's in this moment that Roland approached Alastor. Wanting to catch him before he'd left along with everything else.

Surely the demonic man must have picked up on a lot of... well. obvious tell-tales during their conversations and by this point? He was tired and hadn't wished to really speak of the things he'd actually seen during that time in the chapel earlier in the day. ]

...I do not suppose you'd be against some more conversation one on one, would you?

[ A glance was spared towards the alcohol, then a soft sigh exhaled. ]

Given the looks i've been getting from you up until now, I feel as though you knew this was coming.

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[godspiousjasper]

[ Shaking his head a little, Roland then moved over to set down the two glasses out of the way where they wouldn't be easily broken but not forgotten about. Once that was done, he re-situated himself back on the bed properly and patted one thigh with his usual sunny smile in place. ]

Here you go!

[superstylishsquid]

[And now he's getting a devil flopped in his lap, looking up at him with a face that's surely only flushed from the alcohol.]

Yep, much more comfortable.

[godspiousjasper]

[ He just looks down at him with shining, bright eyes and allows one hand to come up and brush through Alastor's hair softly. ]

I'm glad. Try to get some rest now, hmm?

[superstylishsquid]

Mm, could use it...long day.

[His eyes drift shut, and as he falls asleep, the lights behind his eyelids dim and ultimately go dark.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ Naturally, it went without saying that he remained there long enough to fully ensure Alastor was deep asleep.

Once that had occurred, he was extremely careful in how he lifted Alastor's head up and then set it back down onto the bed. Then making to move him, while mindful of the wings and tail so he'd be more comfortably situated on the bed before pulling a blanket up over him.

He made sure to grab that fire fighter suit before he left, sparing one last look to the sleeping devil. ]

Sweet dreams, Alastor.