Character Info For When The Night Comes

Character Info for When The Night Comes

I’ll be honest, this got away from me a bit. I am not entirely sure this is coherent and I had to fight myself to not info-dump because I have so many thoughts on these dorks. For @galleywinter who has been patient with my need to scream about this fantastic game

Les Full Name: Alessa Mylona – also answers to Lessa Age: 27 Height: 5’10”

Les is the Hunter General in Lunaris. She’s headstrong, composed, and very much a stickler for the rules. She can be a bit standoffish at first – but is always willing to take the time and listen if someone needs her. She’s been a bit of an overachiever since she was young, which tends to rub off on the people around her whether they want it to or not. She’ll follow the spirit of the law rather than the letter of it – she’s gotten a fair share of citations in her files from going against orders when she felt it wasn’t the right thing to do. She can be very caring when needed, but tries to hold herself apart from people to help with her work.

She was orphaned at a young age, and was too difficult of a child to find a home anywhere until she was taken in by the Hunters. She puts a great deal of effort into appearing the ‘perfect’ Hunter, mostly out of fear she’ll lose the one family she’s ever really known. Although she worked on her own the first few years, she and Wren partnered on a difficult assignment and have been inseparable ever since. At the academy she specialized in Demonology – she fights with a weighted quarterstaff mostly but also has a few smaller silver daggers (just in case).

Les knew of the Piper Meriman before coming to Lunaris, more as the legend of a Hunter than as a real person. It was a bit of an early blow to find out the Enforcers would cast aside someone with that kind of reputation, though it did give her the chance to get being starstruck out of her system (and somewhere Piper couldn’t see her). There’s never been any hesitation on her part with letting Piper take the lead, not only because Piper is a force of nature but because Les likes having a chance to not be in charge of everything. Piper is one of the few people who can get her to shirk responsibility and just have fun.

Wren Full Name: Florian Laurent Age: 26 Height: 5’7”

Wren is the Hunter General’s right hand. They are very quiet, seeming almost shy, but they can be unyielding as steel. They are fiercely loyal to those they care about, almost to the point of absurdity. Although dedicated to their career as a Hunter, they weren’t prepared for volume of bureaucratic nonsense that came with the territory of trying to help people. Wren will flout any rule necessary to do the right thing, at least the right thing by their standards. They’re much more empathetic than their partner, and don’t bother to maintain a distance from the people in their life.

Wren grew up the oldest of three children – their father was forcibly retired as a Hunter due to a spinal injury. Hoping to carry on the family tradition of being a ‘hero,’ they studied and trained until they could be tested. Although never a truly model student, they were still one of the best. They specialized in Weapons and Combat training and spent their first few years in the field honing their tracking skills. They are unparalleled at laying traps and setting ambush locations – usually with some guidance from Les. They prefer to fight from a distance, using ranged weapons and resorting to daggers only when necessary.

They were wholly unprepared for the Lunarian double-threat of Omen and Alkar. Both of them had a unique charm, and proved to be effortlessly entertaining for the needling-inclined Wren. The two of them served as a good distraction and break from the insanity that was the investigation, and Wren was more than happy to play matchmaker in the early stages of their relationship. It can be a bit tricky for them to not get sucked into teaming up with one or the other to get the third, but in reality that’s part of the fun of their relationship.

 Les and Wren

They started working together three years before coming to Lunaris after teaming up together on a particularly tricky mission. Wren liked the convenience of having what was essentially a battering ram on their side, while Les appreciated knowing there was someone at her back to help out. Although Hunter teams are not common, and are often split up if called for, the two of them fought tooth and nail to be kept together every time they needed to be transferred.

Not only in sync in battle, the two also work well together off the field. Les is much better suited to maneuvering (read: manipulating) the Enforcers to get what they need whereas Wren has been much better at connecting to the Creatures and getting insider information. Although both have their own way of handling civilians, they ultimately have the same goal: to put on a good face for the organization, despite the recent situation.

 Alaric Full Name: Gideon Alaric Fehler Age: 31 Height: 6’2”

Alaric came to Lunaris by chance, as a Hunter on a specialty assignment. Although he holds himself proudly there’s always a mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s a sucker for having a laugh and a round of ales in the tavern, as much as he enjoys the sense of accomplishment that comes with seeing a town that fees safe because of the work the Hunters do. As he operates, to some degree, outside of the standard Hunter/Enforcer system he can come off a bit of a loose cannon, but at the end of the day his interest is protecting the people.

Originally from Thiyrus, Alaric was sent to join the Hunters by his mother who dreamed of having her son grow up to be strong and a protector for their homeland. Although she did get her wish, he always carried a hint of resentment at the pain her choice brought him. Despite this, he dedicated all his time and effort to his training and studies: he specialized in Alchemy and Demonology both. In combat training he favored short swords, enjoying the adrenaline rush that came from being in the middle of a fight and dancing around his opponents.  

Alaric fell hard and he fell fast for August – as comically “love at first sight” as can be imagined. He was immediately drawn in by their grace, composure, and the raw depth of power he could sense under their skin. Due to the nature of their work, he originally decided not to act on his feelings as he felt a workplace relationship was not the best idea. The longer their task kept him in Eskria, and by extension in Lunaris, the more he found himself wishing to court them. The delight he felt when his interest was immediately (and intensely) returned was palpable, and the two have been nigh inseparable since.

 Poppy Full Name: [Redacted] – Also answers to Pippa, Pips, and Pip (only used by Alaric) Age: 24 Height: 5’1” or 5’2”

Poppy is not a Hunter, but a Witch working under the mantle of Enforcer, though their history with the organization can be considered complicated at best. They hold themselves tightly, observing with sharp eyes rather than interacting with the world around them. There’s a sly humor to them if caught at the right moment – they are guilty of playing small tricks just to get a laugh out of a group of children more than once. They are also sharply intolerant of those who would do harm to others out of fear and misunderstanding, leaving them usually opposition with others in their order. Underneath the hard exterior is someone very afraid of being vulnerable – something they spend a lot of time trying to hide.

Protective of their origins, Poppy doesn’t talk much about who they are and where they’re from, not even to those they consider close friends. Although Alaric seems to hold many of their secrets, even he will say he knows almost nothing. They do frequently allude to being from somewhere “far away” and come from a “rather large” family – brothers and sisters of all sorts are mentioned in passing. At some stage they received both magic and combat training: their skill with barriers and forcefields is unmatched and the enchanted blade hanging at their side is not just for show. They are an alchemist on the side, mostly using the skill to brew potions and poultices for their frequently injured Hunter.

As they arrived in Lunaris several months before everything truly went to shit, they were able to catch a glimpse of Finn and Ezra together in their prime. Though instantly intrigued by both of them, Poppy was content to have their relationship stand at “enthusiastic flirting” and nothing more. After Finn’s attempt at distancing and the escalation of Lunaris’ problems, Poppy was unexpectedly caught up in their reunion – quite literally walking in on them shortly after they reconciled. Though it was uncharted territory for them they will grudgingly admit it all worked out in the end, and that they are happier for it.

 Alaric and Poppy

Having originally met on a special assignment in Aclea, the two of them complimented each other perfectly as both fighters and scholars. As both of them specialized in locating, identifying, and containing magical phenomena they were quickly organized into a specialist unit. Though this meant they were forced to travel in excess, it gave them both the opportunity they wanted to forge their own roles within their respective organizations.

Being sent to investigate the sudden spike in supernatural events across Eskria, and in Lunaris in particular, this assignment is their first “long-term” arrangement somewhere. It has provided Alaric the opportunity to train and fight beside one of his personal heroes, and has given Poppy the space to experiment with new recipes and spells. Though certainly one of their more challenging assignments, it is proving to be one of the most rewarding as well.

Drabbles for Krum part I

Bibi belongs to me

Greyson belongs to Krum

The glow of her computer was oddly comforting after its weeks long absence. She might have been more bothered by how long she was away, but she hadn’t missed anything. No raids, no special events: her games were just moving along as they normally would.

Her room was murky in the yellowish glow cast by the computer. Other than the screen in front of her and the few lights on other devices and cords across the room on her desks, the room was dark. She had pulled her curtains shut to keep out some of the city glare and noise: she loved Paris but sometimes wished her apartment was somewhere quieter.

The laptop she had sequestered herself in bed with her was her newest acquisition: her last one had died somewhere in the middle of an Icecrown raid and she had been forced to make Flambeau take her to get a new one. Her desktops she always either built herself or ordered custom, but laptops were trickier and she had found it was easier to just buy a new one every two years.

She had her arms curled around one of her smaller pillows: it was one of those awful touristy things with the word “Paris” is scrawling cursive next to a glitzy version of the Eiffel Tower. She had bought it on a whim while she was out with Ciel the one day: her sister had been horrified by it and Bibi was too much of an ass to pass up the chance to inflict it on her whenever she came to visit. For now, it was subbing in for her stuffie. Her last one had been an alligator named Doudou who she had tragically had to give up after three years. Alouette had been convinced that, despite multiple deep cleanings, Doudou was laced with germs that were making Bibi sick. It wasn’t fair, but everyone had sided with her since she was a doctor and all.

That was the downside to her condition: she always managed to find the perfect, soft, comfy thing, and within three years she was being told to get rid of it because “germs”. Before Doudou it was her ninja blanket, before that had been her fuzzy blue pillow. All yanked away from her because her sister didn’t trust that they could be washed clean.

C'est nul.

It was hard to argue when she was outnumbered seven to one. She could usually get at least Savarin to side with her, but in this she was not as successful. She trailed a finger down the side of her laptop, reveling in the machine’s warmth. She felt like she was living in a freezer despite the fact that it was mid-August. She had missed her computers while she was away, and even now that she was back she couldn’t spend enough time with them.

The idle thought struck her, as she lay basking in the glow of the screen, that she hadn’t missed the computer itself so much as the man on the other side. She had spent the last two weeks in and out of the hospital. Her doctor had tried changing her meds and her system had all but shut down. It hadn’t been pretty.

Greyson had been even more concerned than her parents; this wasn’t the first time this had happened to her, but it was the first time Greyson had been around for it.

She sighed quietly, shifting around in her pile of pillows and blankets. Greyson had been great to her the past two weeks, despite his constant worrying. It was nice to have someone other than her siblings to entertain her while she was in the hospital, she was always so dreadfully bored there. Without her laptop to entertain her she had been left with her phone and her DS, which she had bribed Jeton to bring her once her parents had denied the laptop request. Her AC town was still in order, and she counted herself lucky that in two weeks none of her games had held any kind of special event she would have missed.

She had been forced to use Skype to keep in touch with Greyson since she didn’t have access to a webcam while laptopless. Their conversations had been short; she hadn’t been able to manage to keep herself awake for longer than 20 minutes at a time and she was afraid to do a video call because of the bruising caused by general problems with her health.

On the other side of the screen, Greyson was totally absorbed in whatever game he was playing. Bibi couldn’t remember what he had said he was playing when she woke up. She was up to almost 40 minutes that she could stay awake now: the doctors had put her on something that made her tired all the time to combat her insomnia while her body adjusted to everything. He had barely spoken to her the entire duration of the call but she still loved it: she had missed being able to see him while she was sick.

She burrowed down more into her nest as a chill raced across her skin. She had been forced to give up wearing the sweatshirt Greyson had lent her for fear of infecting it, so she was stuck with her own, less effective sweater. As soon as she got better, she vowed, she would go see him. Idly, she wondered if he remembered she was watching him, if he could hear her when she moved around or if he just assumed she had fallen asleep again. She could feel exhaustion tugging at her eyelids but she couldn’t bring herself to give in to sleep just yet, not when she could spend more time with him.

“Tu me manques,” she whispered into her pillow, doubting (maybe hoping, she wasn’t sure) that he could even hear her with his headphones on. Her eyes were focused on his brightly lit figure, the room around him surrounding him with darkness. She missed that basement, it was so easy to fall asleep there.

“Je te manque?” Greyson replied easily, eyes flicking away from his screen to glance at the webcam she was looking through. There was a hint of a smirk on his face. She pulled the pillow closer to hide her blush at being caught. “Tu es à moi?”

“Je te manque?” She ignored his question in favor of her own. He noticed, if the arch of his eyebrow was anything to go by, but he didn’t comment on it.

“Oui, mon Bijou, tu me manque.” He set his controller down and leaned back in his chair so he could look at her better. “Est-ce que tu as mangé?”

“Oui,” she replied. “J'ai mangé des crêpes.”

“Tu veux dormir?”

“Non, je veux parler avec toi. Ou te regarder.”

Greyson smiled at her. “Bibi, tout ce que tu veux, et soigne-toi.”

She lifted her head up far enough that she could stick her tongue out at him. He lifted his glasses up so he could give her a look.

“Je ne veux pas dormir,” she complained. “Tu es plus intéressante.”

He stuck his tongue out in return. “Si tu soigne-toi, tu peux venir voir-moi.”

“C’est nul.”

“Mon Bijou, dors, s’il te plaît.”

“Tu dormes aussi?”

“Non, je te regarde.”

She pouted. “헐.”

Greyson already had the controller back in his hand. “Tu sais j’ai raison.” Bibi wished she could come up with a biting response, but she was too tired.

“Quand je me réveille, seras-tu ici?”

“약속해.”

How could you ever be broken?

Me while reading: Noooo! My poor sweet babies! AUTHOR, WHY MUST YOU TORMENT YOUR CHARACTERS SO?

Me while writing: This character has been orphaned, whipped, sentenced to death, thrown overboard by pirates, captured by enemy soldiers, near-fatally poisoned, put on trial for his life before an angry mob, tortured in front of his best friend, and thrown into prison again.

Me while writing: ...

Me while writing: Let's stab him.

IT’S SUCH A FUN TIME

My first playthrough was a Finn/Ezra route and I also started with Finn but that’s because I couldn’t see them being confident enough to start anything more than just flirting with Ezra (he’s too pure for this world)

I get where you’re coming from on Omen/Alkar but the thing is when the game starts they are just affectionate friends? Their relationship won’t start unless the Hunter initiates it because they’re both too big of dorks to start it themselves. But they’re also wonderful alone and I don’t know if you’ve played the mini story that was released recently but Alkar is adorable in it I highly recommend if he’s ruining your life.

I haven’t been able to bring myself to do the Pledge route. The devs streamed it a few weeks ago on an August playthrough and that was the closest I got. As soon as I got a crying sprite I just ‘noped’ out of there it’s soul crushing.

They do have lore and such on their tumblr if you’re interested in the ‘official’ stuff @ / whenthenightcomesgame

Please give me all your headcanons and Greer thoughts I love hearing about people’s hunters it’s so much fun

mrreindeerface replied to your post: I said before I’d be back. Now, I mean it. Despite…

WTNC is such a fantastic game you made a wonderful choice but also welcome to the spiral

OH LORD TELL ME ABOUT IT.

I’ve since played everyone’s monogamous routes and have initiated Ezra/Finn’s polymance but I don’t think I started properly as it didn’t feel as organic as I’d hoped (I started with Finn first and added Ezra; I think it would feel more natural going the other way). The only route I have no intentions of doing is the Alkar/Omen/MC polymance. Alkar and Omen just…don’t feel like a couple to me? They read more as an affectionate friendship for me. I just don’t see it. Also Alkar is with my Greer and they just work too well together

I also did a Disaster Hunter playthrough last night and holy shit it broke me

I love every LI in that game. They are all such wonderful amazing people full of depth. But Alkar is definitely my favorite.

Don’t encourage me to talk about Greer. Because I will. At far too much length.

And also the headcanons I’ve been building to try to explain some of the worldbuilding and whatnot. I have so much I could say. So. Much.

Porn for Jay

Obviously NSFW (I think)

Lux belongs to me

Francis belongs to Jay

“They told me not to judge a book by its cover but I don't even know you and I'm checking you out.”

“Shhhhh!” Francis hissed, waving his sheaf of papers at Lux frantically as his face turned crimson. “Luuuux, this is a library, you have to be quiet!”

“Aww, come on Wiggles.” He laid himself out across the table, inconveniently sprawling himself across whatever it was Francis had been attempting to do. Francis couldn’t tell if he was posing on purpose if it just happened that way. “I came here to visit you and you’re being meeeeean!”

“The last time you came to visit you got me banned from the library,” Francis whispered. “Also you’re lying on my work.” Lux rolled so his face was inches from Francis’, causing more disarray on the once neat table top.

“I guess that makes me your work now, huh?” he asked with a smirk. Francis did his best impression of a glare.

“No.”

His head tilted to the side in a move that made him look more like a confused puppy instead of an adult man. Francis might have considered it cute if it hadn’t distracted him from the fact that Lux’s hand was now down his pants and doing sinful things to a traitorous part of his body.

“Luuuuux,” he whined, fighting to keep his hips from rolling up against his hand. “I have to finish this presentation before next month.”

“So you have plenty of time,” Lux murmured, drawing Francis’ face closer. He only managed some inarticulate whine before their lips were sealed together, the other man’s tongue sliding its way into his mouth.

“Nnnnnnnnn, Lux.” His protest sounded more like a plea, and he could feel his skin flame under his clothes. “We’re in public!”

“We’re the only two people in this half.” Francis could barely understand the mumbles as Lux seemed reluctant to let their lips part for long. He squeaked as his chair was roughly shoved backwards and the hand removed, but then he had the taller man clambering onto his lap, pushing him back against the uncomfortable wooden back, rolling against his hips with something very--

Oh God…

Francis’ head fell back, tearing their lips apart as he let out a long moan. Lux chuckled against his neck, teeth and tongue trailing downwards as his shirt was roughly pulled aside. Fear of the garment being ripped came and went in an instant as Lux rolled his hips incessantly against Francis’ again, a low pleased noise escaping his throat as he was met with hardness in return.

“Please don’t ruin my shirt,” he managed to mewl out between gasps.

Francis was having a hard time sucking air into his lungs as Lux leaned back far enough to pull the offending thing off of Francis’ body, his lips immediately falling lower as his thumbs circled Francis’ nipples. He had his hands over his mouth but it still sounded like a scream to his ears. He could feel Lux’s breath ghost across his skin as he chuckled.

“You like that Wiggles?” His voice made a shiver arc down Francis’ spine.

“Yo-you’re s-so mean,” he whined, arching up against the mouth that was trailing its way down his torso.

When Lux had torn his shirt off, Francis had lost his glasses so he didn’t see the other man move until he was pulled to his feet, deft hands making quick work of his pants as his mouth was trapped in another soul-stealing kiss.

He was left gasping for air when they parted, his pants roughly shoved somewhere near his ankles as he crashed onto his back on the table, sending more of his books and documents flying. Someone, he thought, surely someone would hear the noise and come looking.

Lux was between his legs, although the warmth radiating from his body was all the contact he was getting. The blur in front of him was impossible to interpret, and Francis didn’t have the coherency to guess at what was distracting him.

He sat up and reached out blindly for Lux, gaining a fistful of the other man’s shirt, although his tugging was doing nothing to draw the taller man closer. His hands were batted away easily as the other man pressed forward, knocking him backwards again as a warm hand circled behind his knee, drawing his legs apart.

“Now who’s the impatient one Wiggles,” Lux’s voice came closer to his head than he realized. His teeth tugged at the earring there as his hand resumed what it had been doing earlier under his pants. “You’re leaking for me.

The room was colder than he would have liked, even with Lux The Mini Heater touching him places he would rather not think about. His clumsy fingers managed to get Lux’s shirt open despite everything, and he ran his fingers across the taunt muscle before he slipped them below the waistband of his jeans.

The low moan in his ear nearly destroyed what was left of his self-control. He was alternating between panting and making high-pitched keening noises. Lux was doing something with his hand that was making him see spots, whispering filthy promises into his ear. Francis gave up and looped his arms around Lux’s neck, burying his hands in silky hair as he struggled to keep his voice down.

Lux’s free hand nudged at his other leg, tilting his hips more as something cool pressed up against him. Francis couldn’t help the sound he made at the shock of the lube, and Lux’s voice tingled down his spine.

“You’re acting like a blushing virgin again. Do I need to remind you to relax?”

Francis had a biting comment about how hard it would be for him to relax with Lux’s hand doing that but it was lost to a loud whimper as Lux’s finger disappeared inside of him, making his back arch further. Lux’s amusement was not helping him as a second finger slipped inside as well.

It was all Francis could do to not lose it right there; his hips rocked back and forth between the fingers behind him and the slick grip of Lux’s hand in front. Between the sensations rocking his body and the filthy promises Lux whispered in his ear Francis was losing his grip. Before he knew it the tightly coiled heat inside of him released, his hips snapping upwards as he rode the wave to completion.

Lux’s hands guided him through and back down, although they weren’t enough to distract from the warmth dripping down his chest or the emptiness between his legs.

Somewhere in his euphoria he wound his legs around Lux’s hips, so he knew the other man was still nearby, even though his hands had fled Francis’ skin. There was the tearing of something that might have been a condom wrapper, nearly drowned out in Lux’s husky whisper.

“You taste amazing Wiggles, I can’t wait to find out what you feel like.”

Francis was beyond caring who heard them, so he didn’t police the volume of whatever sound escaped his throat at Lux’s declaration. His mind was still in shambles as Lux moved closer, hitching Francis’ legs up more securely on his waist as his fingers slipped between his legs once more.

This wasn’t their first time despite Lux’s teasing, so Francis was used to the sensation of Lux pushing up and into him, although he couldn’t help the slight sound of discomfort at the stretch. It had been over a month since they had been together like this, he was honestly surprised Lux had waited so long to hunt him down.

Lux’s hips rolled cautiously up against his, testing his speed. Francis mewled, both desperate for him to move faster and also slow down so he could get his bearings.

“How does that feel Wiggles?” ghosted across his skin. “Fuck I missed you.”

Francis’ eyes flew open even though they served him no purpose. This was new, not the sex where Lux went sex followed, but he had never admitted to missing Francis before. People tended to not miss casual booty calls.

He was left gasping at a particularly well-aimed thrust, feather light fingers trailing across hardened flesh as his body reacted. His gasp turned into a strangled moan as the fingers tightened around him again, his own harshly gripping whatever they could wrap themselves around as he lost himself in the other man.

Not even the sultry voice promising pleasure and sweet nothings could keep him grounded as Lux’s pace increased, Francis grinding his hips down to meet every thrust as they moved together. Whatever sound Lux made as he came was lost with Francis as he fell over the edge again, Lux fusing their mouths together at the last second.

Francis fell back as his arms lost their strength, the pain of his head hitting the table barely registered as he panted, lungs burning from the lack of air. He could feel Lux so close above him, warmth curling through his body even as he slipped out and stood up straight.

“You good?” he asked, his voice considerably lower than it had been when he arrived.

“I--uh…” Francis took a minute to get enough air in his lungs before he tried speaking. “My glasses are missing.” Instead of a reply, Francis heard shuffling sounds until Lux’s hand touched his own, wrapping his fingers around the wire frames that let him see.

By the time his eyes had readjusted Lux had disposed of the used condom, running a hand through his mused hair. A bag he hadn’t notice Lux holding when he arrived was sitting on the desk, and Lux shuffled through it until he came up with a towel, which he sheepishly handed over so Francis could clean himself up. It was softer than he expected, and he used it to wipe his chest of while Lux hunted around for the rest of their clothes.

Francis was just shifting his pants back into place when Lux held out Francis’ shirt, his own still lost in the mess they had made. He turned his back so he could get dressed, fighting back the blush that threatened to cover his face. He wasn’t sure where the sudden shyness came from, but he could hear Lux shrug back into his clothes and was glad he couldn’t see that body anymore. It was too much of a distraction, and he had something he needed to know.

“Did you mean it?” he asked shyly, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. He could feel curious eyes on his back, but didn’t have the heart to turn and face them. “Mean what?”

“That you missed me.” The chuckle was all the warning he got before a heavy arm was slung across his shoulder.

“Of course I missed you Wiggles,” he said, dropping a quick kiss on his cheek. “Why, didn’t you miss me?”

“I-I, of course I did.” He ducked in an attempt to hide his blush. “I just didn’t think… I mean… we’ve never, you know--“ He waved his hand as if that could explain it. From the look on the other man’s face, he wasn’t doing a good job.

“We’ve neverrrrrrrrrr…?” Lux rolled the sound as he dragged it out, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Like, dated,” Francis stated finally.

“Oh.” They stared at each other for a long second before Lux blinked rapidly. “You mean, like, dinner?”

“Yeah,” he agreed lamely.

“Soooo.” Lux blinked owlishly at him. “Do you want to go out to dinner then?”

“Now?” Francis squeaked, blush rising. Lux just shrugged.

“I mean I just fucked you up the ass, I might as well buy you dinner, right?”

“Luuuuuuux!” Francis whined. “You ruined it!” Lux just laughed in response, and Francis found the smile to be contagious.

“So, dinner then?” Lux managed once his laughter subsided. Francis glanced ruefully at the mess that had been made of his presentation and figured he could always clean it up later.

“I would like that.”