Alastor's ears pricked up as his eyes widened in surprise, smile tensing as Angel's hands hovered so close to his shoulders. He relaxed a hair when Angel chose to start petting the pig instead, relieved. It had nothing to do with where those hands had been. Alastor just didn't like to be touched unless he initiated it, something Angel likely knew.
He chuckled as he reached forward to tap the back of his hand against Angel's chin, a mute request for him to look up.
"My dear, I prefer fixing up the old and broken toys since they're shiny and new to me. Why interest myself in something just anyone can pick up at the corner store? The real treasures are the ones others have forgotten. No no no no, I'll take the burnt-out old Philco over any Vogitech MP3 player. With a bit of elbow grease and time, the Philco will be infinitely better than that lump of plastic."
Alastor then darkly chuckled. "Besides, I'm not so foolish as to attempt to 'clean house' again just yet. I caught everyone flat-footed last time. This time they're watching for me."
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He chuckled as he reached forward to tap the back of his hand against Angel's chin, a mute request for him to look up.
"My dear, I prefer fixing up the old and broken toys since they're shiny and new to me. Why interest myself in something just anyone can pick up at the corner store? The real treasures are the ones others have forgotten. No no no no, I'll take the burnt-out old Philco over any Vogitech MP3 player. With a bit of elbow grease and time, the Philco will be infinitely better than that lump of plastic."
Alastor then darkly chuckled. "Besides, I'm not so foolish as to attempt to 'clean house' again just yet. I caught everyone flat-footed last time. This time they're watching for me."