A peal of laughter erupted from Alastor, as Lotte struggled with the cigar. It was so genuine and abrupt, it watered his eyes as he watched her. Far from the first time he'd seen such a sight, but it would never fail to amuse him. "Are you, now?" he asked her, on the tail end of that laughter.
His shadow rippled up from the floorboards where it hid beneath Lotte's narrow bed, curled around him like a shawl. He shivered slightly under its touch, more comfortable now than he had been before, more comfortable than he would have been if he nestled under the blankets.
"Please," he said, "tell me." And he gestured for her to go on, with the cigar that he plucked back from her blackened fingers. If there was a story, Alastor wanted it, wanted to revel in it and absorb it like water into his veins. And for a show of good faith, he wriggled back on the bed, propped her meager pillows against the wall and settled back into them, looking wholly amused with himself as another column of smoke rose from his lips with a puff from the cigar. He held it out to her - she was far enough away now, from his position settled back against the wall, she would have to come up and get it if she wanted it.
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A peal of laughter erupted from Alastor, as Lotte struggled with the cigar. It was so genuine and abrupt, it watered his eyes as he watched her. Far from the first time he'd seen such a sight, but it would never fail to amuse him. "Are you, now?" he asked her, on the tail end of that laughter.
His shadow rippled up from the floorboards where it hid beneath Lotte's narrow bed, curled around him like a shawl. He shivered slightly under its touch, more comfortable now than he had been before, more comfortable than he would have been if he nestled under the blankets.
"Please," he said, "tell me." And he gestured for her to go on, with the cigar that he plucked back from her blackened fingers. If there was a story, Alastor wanted it, wanted to revel in it and absorb it like water into his veins. And for a show of good faith, he wriggled back on the bed, propped her meager pillows against the wall and settled back into them, looking wholly amused with himself as another column of smoke rose from his lips with a puff from the cigar. He held it out to her - she was far enough away now, from his position settled back against the wall, she would have to come up and get it if she wanted it.