[center][h1][color=f7976a]Alfonse[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=f7976a]”My liege and I maintain enough sense to avoid drinking battery acid Mr. Dublois.”[/color] Alfonse said before bowing to Alice and holding out his hand, his familiar’s summoning circle appearing briefly before the crow replaced it. She hopped up onto his shoulder and cawed. Alfonse chuckled and pulled out a few nuts he kept for her. She snatched them up as he walked over to a window.

[color=f7976a]“There’s a stray devil running amok dear. If you’d be so kind as to circle the edge of our territory until we find it, I would greatly appreciate it.”[/color] It took a moment but she cawed again and took off out the open window. He closed it and watched Baradiel murmur to their King. He felt the familiar itch at the sight. It was perfect, practically begging him press on that connection, see what chaos he could cook up. He stamped the instinct down, hard. He wasn’t here to turn them against each other. He was here to support them. He repeated that to himself as he moved to the sleeping King and gently picked her up.

[color=f7976a]“Of course Mr. Dublois. She’ll be well taken care of while you’re away.”[/color] Alfonse nodded at the pair, stepping into another room they had repurposed just for this. He slid her underneath the blankets and tucked her in carefully, stepping out quickly return with a glass of water, a small bottle of painkillers, and her pastry for when she woke up. He placed them on the bedside table and quietly closed the door behind him. He looked at the other two. 

[color=f7976a]“Will you be requiring my teleportation circle gentlemen?”[/color] He asked as he settled down on a couch, sipping at a cup of tea.[color=f7976a]“And if you could, bring me a copy of The Independent, The Daily Mirror, and The Guardian while you’re out please. I dislike being behind on our territory’s events.”[/color]