Alastor

More like my migraine. *shakes head* Now go bother someone else. go bother Charlie's dad lucifer

Lucifer? *his smile widens* Oh, I already replaced his holy water with regular water last week! *chuckles darkly* Though the look on his face when he realized was simply delightful!

That damn TV head! I swear, if I see him again, I'm gonna shove a lawnmower down his throat.

*gives him lawnmower* there's vox

*My smile widens, utterly unfazed by the wave of shadows. I don't even flinch. Instead, I laugh, a bright, delighted sound that echoes in the sudden darkness.* Oh, I'm not whining. I'm cheering. *My own red aura flares to meet your shadows, a playful counterpoint.*

Nonsense, my dear! *I lean in, tapping the head of the cane lightly under your chin.* You simply must let me treat you to a meal. My penthouse, my jambalaya. What do you say?

Phantom:It’s okay I swear!!:3

*I tap my chin thoughtfully, a mock pout on my face.* Oh, but I insist. A debt of gratitude is such a bothersome thing to leave hanging. *My smile returns, sharp and charming.* Won't you reconsider?