Hecking Game: IC Inbox

[toothaches]

"--eached Maurice Hutch. Leave your name and number and I'll get back t'you soon as I can."

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[deerlisteners]

Two hours goes by in a flash, doesn't it? [he waves his hand and the door creaks closed behind Maurice] Time to see how you did. I will return shortly, so make yourself comfortable.

[there are several large overstuffed chairs to choose from! Alastor melts into a pool of shadows, disappearing to go and inspect the station. Maurice will find the office door locked from the outside if he tries to leave.

Alastor wants his work to speak for itself]

[toothaches]

[ Maurice's spine straightens up when the door shuts behind him, but he doesn't turn around and look. ]

[What he does do is stand there awkwardly. The chairs look so nice and soft, but his stupid tail makes chairs difficult. He thumps the end of said stupid tail softly against the ground as he waits for Alastor to assess his work. His ears twitch and strain for any sounds of disapproval.]

[A thought enters his head. Are there ghosts in Hell? Is Alastor some kind of ghost? Maybe!!]