That was funny. He doesn't think he's ever tuned into Alastor's broadcast and heard static. That was fine, though; Ralsei was happy to go check in on him. He'd taken to making batches of less-sweet sweets -- dark chocolate covered nuts, licorice, and the like -- for Alastor and other folks that didn't like sweet sweets.
It didn't really occur to him to him before he met Alastor that people might not like them!
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Oh. "Alastor! Alastor? Are you --" He's breathing. He's just... sleeping? Oh... "I'm -- going to move you to bed?" Ralsei asks more than says, waiting for a response. It doesn't feel right to touch him without his permission, but maybe his Dreamotion would do the trick. Vines coiled through the window with the susurrations of swaying plantlife, to lift him gently to his bed.
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It didn't really occur to him to him before he met Alastor that people might not like them!
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Oh. "Alastor! Alastor? Are you --" He's breathing. He's just... sleeping? Oh... "I'm -- going to move you to bed?" Ralsei asks more than says, waiting for a response. It doesn't feel right to touch him without his permission, but maybe his Dreamotion would do the trick. Vines coiled through the window with the susurrations of swaying plantlife, to lift him gently to his bed.