[ A chuckle bubbles in his throat as he sees the hesitation on Angel's pretty face. Alastor's set up a table for two, already hosting a freshly made salad with a bottle of homemade dressing waiting to be drizzled to ones desire. As his shadow pulls out the chair for Angel to sit at, Alastor pulls a tray of freshly baked bread rolls from the little brick oven he found and restored. Next to said oven say a fire pit currently crackling with a roasting chicken. ]
Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]
[It's delivered as a joke, and followed by a wink as Angel's uncertainty fades. He takes the chair looking slightly bemused but flattered, his gaze straying to the rolls and the chicken]
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Date: 2024-08-18 06:57 pm (UTC)Nah, I kinda wanna see what you come up with.
Gotta admit I'm looking forward to this after the day I've had
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Date: 2024-09-07 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-07 06:31 pm (UTC)k, on my way
[As promised he does appear in the gardens only a few minutes later, a hesitant look on his face]
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Date: 2025-01-09 04:18 am (UTC)Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]
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Date: 2025-01-14 12:13 am (UTC)Well you never know with you.
[It's delivered as a joke, and followed by a wink as Angel's uncertainty fades. He takes the chair looking slightly bemused but flattered, his gaze straying to the rolls and the chicken]
Smells amazin'. Looks it, too.