The Wolf's Den

[manicuredangel]

[His shoulders sag more than usual as if the weight of his role is pressed too hard upon him. He feels like can empathize at least a little bit with what Alexander must have felt in this role at the mansion, though he has no loved ones here to worry about while knowing who is who. Still, knowing the carnage that is about to happen over the next several days doesn't make this any easier.

Aziraphale seems to dither for a moment before looking at Alexander and Phillip. His voice is soft but firm. This is something that has to be done. From what he's read about how this world works, they don't have much choice.]

Well, er... Alexander I suppose you know how this works better than I. You two are this Ritual's Wolves.

I'm sorry.

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[allshotsfired]

His ass isn't around, and I don't trust him anyway. I meant more like emotional support.

[manicuredangel]

Oh, er... Well, I'll do my best. [He doesn't sound convincing. He's not very good with children.]

[allshotsfired]

[this is a gentle sigh, but it's a wry smile anyway]

...Aren't you guys supposed to be good with people? Or terrifying?

[manicuredangel]

I mostly observe. From a distance. In my bookshop. I don't often directly interact with people.

I could, er.. Show him some magic?

[allshotsfired]

...Sure buddy, you do that.

[manicuredangel]

[Not that his last magic show went over well with the children.....]

I could teach him the gavotte?