Azazel

Godduhhhgg

I wish someone would call me and confess their love to meee..

I wish I had off for this holidayyy..

I wish someone would come sweep me off my feet..

Well, did someone ask you out?

If not, I’m in the library today. I suppose I have some hot chocolate as well, if you’d like some. You know I am always there to talk.

No</3

A friend of mine literally got asked out by a zombie</333

But! I will take you up on that offer. Ive got marshmallows in my room (dont ask) and some chocolate from nicer ghouls, ill be over in 15.

See you then, I suppose.

*About 10-15 minutes had passed before he arrived at the library, wearing something more casual than normal, a black and white crop top, baggy jeans and a jacket halfway zipped up. He normally just wore a uniform but lucifer- he needed an excuse to dress in something else for once.*

*He spotted Azazel from across the room, making his way over and sitting across from him, placing his bag down on a nearby table and unloading the things he had promised to bring.*

"So... how has today been for you?.."

*He wasnt the best with smalltalk, he enjoyed anything else really but.. he tried. At least.*

Azazel sat in a more hidden corner of the library, behind some large bookshelves. This was always ‘his spot’— he could keep Sally tucked away and safe. It was also quite comfortable; a small couch that made it easy to curl up and read some good books. Blankets were thrown over the side, but Azazel did not use them. (He worried about getting dust on his cassock.)

He looked up when he heard Jester walking into the room. He didn’t really react at all, just closed his book and stared at Jester with the most blank expression one could muster. It didn’t show, but deep down, Azazel was glad to see him.

“Not too bad,” he replied simply, looking back down at his book. His eyes skimmed the cover mindlessly. He never gestured for the other man to sit down, however he did imply it. I think.

It took him a minute to realize he was conversing with someone. He seemed almost surprised when he replied with a “And yours?”

*He was used to finding Azazel here, or.. well mainly this spot. He would come here when he got bored or mainly when the world got too much for him. When he needed some peace and quiet. He was also used to Azazel's attempts at reactions. He himself was always too reactive, too much, too loud.. he wanted to learn how to be a bit more normal.*

*He nodded at Azazel's words, unboxing the small platter of chocolate and putting it between the two of them on the table, popping one into his mouth before he spoke again.*

"Decent. I guess?? I mean i did get some things and like- letters from friends and stuff and it was nice and all-"

*He held his head in his hands, groaning in frustration before speaking up yet again.*

"But at my big age, no offense, I feel like i should have a valentine or lover or partner or- something!- a close friend of mine got asked out by that fuckin zombie guy! Mary goore or whatever his name is! Even he got a valentine. Its so... stupid!"

*He tried his best to speak in a hushed tone, more like whisper yelling..*

“Perhaps you’re thinking about this too hard,” Azazel said quietly. His voice matched the calmness of the room. He seemed so much more relaxed compared to Jes next to him.

A hint of a smile was on Zazel’s face, almost smug. He wasn’t happy that his friend was sad; no, but he found it kind of amusing how worked up he seemed to get over one day. Zazel never bothered much with holidays like this one, but it clearly meant a lot to Jester.

“Valentine’s day means more than finding a partner. You’ll find someone, when the time is right.” Azazel took a sip of his hot chocolate, turning his head to look out the ginormous stained glass window behind him.

“It’s just another day. What makes today special is the practice of using this day to spend time with the people you love; romantic or not.” Azazel glanced down at the floor where his bird, Sally stood, practically drowning in a pile of blankets and pillows.

“Maybe you won’t find someone this valentine’s day. Maybe not the next. But it doesn’t mean the end of the world. You can choose to either make today about other people and their relationships, or your own.”

"Lucifer I hate when you're right."

*He sighed, processing Zazel's words for a bit longer before saying something of substance, or well- thinking before speaking. He sat up a little more, pulled his hands away from his face and adjusted his shirt, trying to just.. think.*

"How do you.. I mean- I know I have less life experience than I should have. But how the fuck do you know what to say almost every time. I dont- I don't get it."

*He was less mature than his peers, he knew that. He wasnt THAT stupid.. just a little.. and maybe nieve... but speaking with anyone just made him feel even stupider sometimes. His entire life he was told the most important thing in life was romance, and as his life went went on (despite the hell he went through) he couldn't find it.*

"Sorry. Just... Its been a while since ive heard someone say stuff like that."

*He sipped on the hot chocolate Zazel prepared for him, eating another peice of chocolate as he thought about the others words still.. maybe he really was right. And maybe he did need therapy-*

“I don’t know. It’s just intuition, I suspect,” Zazel replied quietly, “Or perhaps it is all the time I spend reading. I’m sure a bit of reading would benefit your noggin,” he grinned as he tapped Jester’s head lightly, trying to lighten up the conversation with a bit of humor. Rarely did Zazel crack a joke; but it was probably just another calculated move.

Sally flew up to perch on the armrest next to Azazel, who didn’t flinch. He merely stared into his drink, letting it swirl around the cup.

“Maybe it would be beneficial if you treated yourself right. You won’t be able to take care of someone else unless you take care of yourself,” Zazel gave Jester a sideways smile, “you know. Treated yourself. Took a break from work. Hang out like this,” he motioned to the space around them.

“I suppose I have a lot of priestly duties, but I do like to treat myself to relaxation time; I suppose my version of ‘relaxation’ is slightly different than yours, though…”

Godduhhhgg

I wish someone would call me and confess their love to meee..

I wish I had off for this holidayyy..

I wish someone would come sweep me off my feet..

Well, did someone ask you out?

If not, I’m in the library today. I suppose I have some hot chocolate as well, if you’d like some. You know I am always there to talk.

No</3

A friend of mine literally got asked out by a zombie</333

But! I will take you up on that offer. Ive got marshmallows in my room (dont ask) and some chocolate from nicer ghouls, ill be over in 15.

See you then, I suppose.

*About 10-15 minutes had passed before he arrived at the library, wearing something more casual than normal, a black and white crop top, baggy jeans and a jacket halfway zipped up. He normally just wore a uniform but lucifer- he needed an excuse to dress in something else for once.*

*He spotted Azazel from across the room, making his way over and sitting across from him, placing his bag down on a nearby table and unloading the things he had promised to bring.*

"So... how has today been for you?.."

*He wasnt the best with smalltalk, he enjoyed anything else really but.. he tried. At least.*

Azazel sat in a more hidden corner of the library, behind some large bookshelves. This was always ‘his spot’— he could keep Sally tucked away and safe. It was also quite comfortable; a small couch that made it easy to curl up and read some good books. Blankets were thrown over the side, but Azazel did not use them. (He worried about getting dust on his cassock.)

He looked up when he heard Jester walking into the room. He didn’t really react at all, just closed his book and stared at Jester with the most blank expression one could muster. It didn’t show, but deep down, Azazel was glad to see him.

“Not too bad,” he replied simply, looking back down at his book. His eyes skimmed the cover mindlessly. He never gestured for the other man to sit down, however he did imply it. I think.

It took him a minute to realize he was conversing with someone. He seemed almost surprised when he replied with a “And yours?”

*He was used to finding Azazel here, or.. well mainly this spot. He would come here when he got bored or mainly when the world got too much for him. When he needed some peace and quiet. He was also used to Azazel's attempts at reactions. He himself was always too reactive, too much, too loud.. he wanted to learn how to be a bit more normal.*

*He nodded at Azazel's words, unboxing the small platter of chocolate and putting it between the two of them on the table, popping one into his mouth before he spoke again.*

"Decent. I guess?? I mean i did get some things and like- letters from friends and stuff and it was nice and all-"

*He held his head in his hands, groaning in frustration before speaking up yet again.*

"But at my big age, no offense, I feel like i should have a valentine or lover or partner or- something!- a close friend of mine got asked out by that fuckin zombie guy! Mary goore or whatever his name is! Even he got a valentine. Its so... stupid!"

*He tried his best to speak in a hushed tone, more like whisper yelling..*

#!!I FORGOT ABOUT THIS I AM SO SORRY #ITS BEEN A WEEK FUUUUUCK

“Perhaps you’re thinking about this too hard,” Azazel said quietly. His voice matched the calmness of the room. He seemed so much more relaxed compared to Jes next to him.

A hint of a smile was on Zazel’s face, almost smug. He wasn’t happy that his friend was sad; no, but he found it kind of amusing how worked up he seemed to get over one day. Zazel never bothered much with holidays like this one, but it clearly meant a lot to Jester.

“Valentine’s day means more than finding a partner. You’ll find someone, when the time is right.” Azazel took a sip of his hot chocolate, turning his head to look out the ginormous stained glass window behind him.

“It’s just another day. What makes today special is the practice of using this day to spend time with the people you love; romantic or not.” Azazel glanced down at the floor where his bird, Sally stood, practically drowning in a pile of blankets and pillows.

“Maybe you won’t find someone this valentine’s day. Maybe not the next. But it doesn’t mean the end of the world. You can choose to either make today about other people and their relationships, or your own.”

Godduhhhgg

I wish someone would call me and confess their love to meee..

I wish I had off for this holidayyy..

I wish someone would come sweep me off my feet..

Well, did someone ask you out?

If not, I’m in the library today. I suppose I have some hot chocolate as well, if you’d like some. You know I am always there to talk.

No</3

A friend of mine literally got asked out by a zombie</333

But! I will take you up on that offer. Ive got marshmallows in my room (dont ask) and some chocolate from nicer ghouls, ill be over in 15.

See you then, I suppose.

*About 10-15 minutes had passed before he arrived at the library, wearing something more casual than normal, a black and white crop top, baggy jeans and a jacket halfway zipped up. He normally just wore a uniform but lucifer- he needed an excuse to dress in something else for once.*

*He spotted Azazel from across the room, making his way over and sitting across from him, placing his bag down on a nearby table and unloading the things he had promised to bring.*

"So... how has today been for you?.."

*He wasnt the best with smalltalk, he enjoyed anything else really but.. he tried. At least.*

Azazel sat in a more hidden corner of the library, behind some large bookshelves. This was always ‘his spot’— he could keep Sally tucked away and safe. It was also quite comfortable; a small couch that made it easy to curl up and read some good books. Blankets were thrown over the side, but Azazel did not use them. (He worried about getting dust on his cassock.)

He looked up when he heard Jester walking into the room. He didn’t really react at all, just closed his book and stared at Jester with the most blank expression one could muster. It didn’t show, but deep down, Azazel was glad to see him.

“Not too bad,” he replied simply, looking back down at his book. His eyes skimmed the cover mindlessly. He never gestured for the other man to sit down, however he did imply it. I think.

It took him a minute to realize he was conversing with someone. He seemed almost surprised when he replied with a “And yours?”

Sunday night. Most people were at mass; it made sense. However, there were always a few lingering souls who chose to not go to mass, rather, keeping to themselves and working on their own. It’s fair; The Ministry encourages working on yourself. They don’t force you to go to mass, unless it’s apart of your job, and that is part of what makes it so fun.

Anyways, it was pouring rain outside, and although it was annoying to some, there were those who found it peaceful.

The quiet thrumming on the roof of the library created a sense of peacefulness. The rain came down in sheets, but it was not disturbing. It was soothing. It was great ambiance to curl up in the library and read a good book.

“Hey, you,” a gruff voice cracked through the quietness of the library. “Could you help me with somethin’?” an older man, pretty tall, wearing a black cassock with a beige coat stood there next to Tornado, his hands in his pockets.

There was nothing particularly odd about his appearance— well, I suppose there was one thing. He had a bird on his shoulder, one that seemed to be… staring at the ghoul in front of them. Did the bird know she wasn’t supposed to be there?

- @father-azazel

"Oh-" it wasn't hard to catch Tornado off guard, "-Of course! What is it?" The air ghoul tilted their head at the man's bird. They didn't bring her up yet, but they were definitely staring back. Tornado was always doing that. They'd go long moments without blinking or breaking eye contact.

"Do you need help finding a book? Or maybe you want to return one!" That was another habit of theirs; asking many questions consecutively, and then trying to answer them themself. Tornado still hadn't looked away from the bird, letting their goat tail sway curiously behind them.

“Uh… I’m looking for a specific kind of book…” he said. He turned to face the bookshelf, hiding his bird from view. He was very cautious about her, especially when he was inside the ministry, and to this day he still didn’t know if she was allowed inside the library. He just assumed the librarian didn’t care, as he’d been in here countless times with the bird since he’d joined The Ministry…

He pulled one hand out of his pocket to brush his hair back. Looking at Tornado out of the corner of his eye, he seemed a bit nervous about something.

“I just need to find information regarding care for plants. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me find a book like that, I uh, don’t… nevermind.”

He swallowed and stared up at the tall shelf, breaking that eye contact with Tornado, but still hoping the ghoul would help him on his search to find information on plants.

The man's drop off at the end of his sentence definitely made Tornado curious, and they finally actually looked at him for the first time. They wanted to ask about it, stay true to their habit of asking a million questions, but they had a feeling that the man didn't want any attention on what he was going to say.

Tornado thought for a moment, crossing their arms and bringing their hand to their mouth like a caricature of someone thinking. They looked around the vast expanse of the library to job their memory before gasping. "I remember now! Plants! They're over here." Tornado began to lead the way over to an isle of book, all with a lot of greens, browns and yellows on the covers. "What kind of plant are you caring for?"

“Uh… the green kind…” he replied, feeling a little stupid. He exchanged looks with his bird, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know… house plants? There’s one in my room. And it’s dying. And my friend told me to go figure out how to keep it alive because… well, I’m not sure, really.” If it was up to me, I would’ve just let it die.

Azazel crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the shelves with all these books about plants. He never really realized how large The Ministry’s catalog of books really was; especially concerning plants.

He attempted to find a name that seemed familiar to him, not really recognizing anything of the sort.

"Oh. There are a lot of those. Is it leafy? Branchy? Is it like a little tree?" Tornado took a book off the shelf detailing a number of different kinds of plants. "We can figure it out if you're unsure, I have all the time in the world." The ghoul flipped through the introduction impatiently--why did these things always take so long to get started?

"Uh...adee-lon-emma wall-see-lee? I think I butchered that." Tornado turned the book around to show a picture of a green, leafy plant with the name “Adelonema wallisii” titled underneath.

“It looks like that… but a little smaller… it has little leaves that look like…” Azazel flipped through the book, finding a very leafy plant called a ‘Spider Plant’.

Azazel hummed at the name, breathing his words, “I hate spiders. Of course he got me something called a spider plant.”

“I think this is it,” he stated, looking at Tornado once again. Azazel’s lips were pressed in a line, but he seemed content. “I appreciate the help.”

"Ohhhh that one! I like those ones!" Tornado slotted the book back into the shelf and picked up a separate book that detailed more in spider plants and the likes. "This should help you!" They chirped as they handed the book over with enough cheerfulness to kill a Disney princess.

"Try to return it within three weeks, please! If you need more time then you can just come to the desk and I can extend the timeslot for you." Tornado loved books and they loved their job in the library. Every shift they were more and more grateful that they were given the role.

#little interaction lol #father azazel #ask father azazel #ghost roleplay #rp blog

“I appreciate it,” he replied simply. He took the book gratefully, and his crow seemed to eye it with curiosity. Azazel just tucked it under his shoulder, muttering one last short ‘thanks’ before leaving the library.

Goddd

I wish someone would call meee

While I should be doing my jobbbuhhh..

Because im freaking bored as helllll...

Do you need something.

YES!

Im bored as hell please give me any excuse to not do this boring job right now

I will literally do anything else currently

I need help cataloging some of the texts in the St. Jezebel chapel. If you are free from… whatever your job has to offer, I am there.

Godduhhhgg

I wish someone would call me and confess their love to meee..

I wish I had off for this holidayyy..

I wish someone would come sweep me off my feet..

Well, did someone ask you out?

If not, I’m in the library today. I suppose I have some hot chocolate as well, if you’d like some. You know I am always there to talk.

No</3

A friend of mine literally got asked out by a zombie</333

But! I will take you up on that offer. Ive got marshmallows in my room (dont ask) and some chocolate from nicer ghouls, ill be over in 15.

See you then, I suppose.

Sunday night. Most people were at mass; it made sense. However, there were always a few lingering souls who chose to not go to mass, rather, keeping to themselves and working on their own. It’s fair; The Ministry encourages working on yourself. They don’t force you to go to mass, unless it’s apart of your job, and that is part of what makes it so fun.

Anyways, it was pouring rain outside, and although it was annoying to some, there were those who found it peaceful.

The quiet thrumming on the roof of the library created a sense of peacefulness. The rain came down in sheets, but it was not disturbing. It was soothing. It was great ambiance to curl up in the library and read a good book.

“Hey, you,” a gruff voice cracked through the quietness of the library. “Could you help me with somethin’?” an older man, pretty tall, wearing a black cassock with a beige coat stood there next to Tornado, his hands in his pockets.

There was nothing particularly odd about his appearance— well, I suppose there was one thing. He had a bird on his shoulder, one that seemed to be… staring at the ghoul in front of them. Did the bird know she wasn’t supposed to be there?

- @father-azazel

"Oh-" it wasn't hard to catch Tornado off guard, "-Of course! What is it?" The air ghoul tilted their head at the man's bird. They didn't bring her up yet, but they were definitely staring back. Tornado was always doing that. They'd go long moments without blinking or breaking eye contact.

"Do you need help finding a book? Or maybe you want to return one!" That was another habit of theirs; asking many questions consecutively, and then trying to answer them themself. Tornado still hadn't looked away from the bird, letting their goat tail sway curiously behind them.

“Uh… I’m looking for a specific kind of book…” he said. He turned to face the bookshelf, hiding his bird from view. He was very cautious about her, especially when he was inside the ministry, and to this day he still didn’t know if she was allowed inside the library. He just assumed the librarian didn’t care, as he’d been in here countless times with the bird since he’d joined The Ministry…

He pulled one hand out of his pocket to brush his hair back. Looking at Tornado out of the corner of his eye, he seemed a bit nervous about something.

“I just need to find information regarding care for plants. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me find a book like that, I uh, don’t… nevermind.”

He swallowed and stared up at the tall shelf, breaking that eye contact with Tornado, but still hoping the ghoul would help him on his search to find information on plants.

The man's drop off at the end of his sentence definitely made Tornado curious, and they finally actually looked at him for the first time. They wanted to ask about it, stay true to their habit of asking a million questions, but they had a feeling that the man didn't want any attention on what he was going to say.

Tornado thought for a moment, crossing their arms and bringing their hand to their mouth like a caricature of someone thinking. They looked around the vast expanse of the library to job their memory before gasping. "I remember now! Plants! They're over here." Tornado began to lead the way over to an isle of book, all with a lot of greens, browns and yellows on the covers. "What kind of plant are you caring for?"

“Uh… the green kind…” he replied, feeling a little stupid. He exchanged looks with his bird, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know… house plants? There’s one in my room. And it’s dying. And my friend told me to go figure out how to keep it alive because… well, I’m not sure, really.” If it was up to me, I would’ve just let it die.

Azazel crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the shelves with all these books about plants. He never really realized how large The Ministry’s catalog of books really was; especially concerning plants.

He attempted to find a name that seemed familiar to him, not really recognizing anything of the sort.

"Oh. There are a lot of those. Is it leafy? Branchy? Is it like a little tree?" Tornado took a book off the shelf detailing a number of different kinds of plants. "We can figure it out if you're unsure, I have all the time in the world." The ghoul flipped through the introduction impatiently--why did these things always take so long to get started?

"Uh...adee-lon-emma wall-see-lee? I think I butchered that." Tornado turned the book around to show a picture of a green, leafy plant with the name “Adelonema wallisii” titled underneath.

“It looks like that… but a little smaller… it has little leaves that look like…” Azazel flipped through the book, finding a very leafy plant called a ‘Spider Plant’.

Azazel hummed at the name, breathing his words, “I hate spiders. Of course he got me something called a spider plant.”

“I think this is it,” he stated, looking at Tornado once again. Azazel’s lips were pressed in a line, but he seemed content. “I appreciate the help.”

Sunday night. Most people were at mass; it made sense. However, there were always a few lingering souls who chose to not go to mass, rather, keeping to themselves and working on their own. It’s fair; The Ministry encourages working on yourself. They don’t force you to go to mass, unless it’s apart of your job, and that is part of what makes it so fun.

Anyways, it was pouring rain outside, and although it was annoying to some, there were those who found it peaceful.

The quiet thrumming on the roof of the library created a sense of peacefulness. The rain came down in sheets, but it was not disturbing. It was soothing. It was great ambiance to curl up in the library and read a good book.

“Hey, you,” a gruff voice cracked through the quietness of the library. “Could you help me with somethin’?” an older man, pretty tall, wearing a black cassock with a beige coat stood there next to Tornado, his hands in his pockets.

There was nothing particularly odd about his appearance— well, I suppose there was one thing. He had a bird on his shoulder, one that seemed to be… staring at the ghoul in front of them. Did the bird know she wasn’t supposed to be there?

- @father-azazel

"Oh-" it wasn't hard to catch Tornado off guard, "-Of course! What is it?" The air ghoul tilted their head at the man's bird. They didn't bring her up yet, but they were definitely staring back. Tornado was always doing that. They'd go long moments without blinking or breaking eye contact.

"Do you need help finding a book? Or maybe you want to return one!" That was another habit of theirs; asking many questions consecutively, and then trying to answer them themself. Tornado still hadn't looked away from the bird, letting their goat tail sway curiously behind them.

“Uh… I’m looking for a specific kind of book…” he said. He turned to face the bookshelf, hiding his bird from view. He was very cautious about her, especially when he was inside the ministry, and to this day he still didn’t know if she was allowed inside the library. He just assumed the librarian didn’t care, as he’d been in here countless times with the bird since he’d joined The Ministry…

He pulled one hand out of his pocket to brush his hair back. Looking at Tornado out of the corner of his eye, he seemed a bit nervous about something.

“I just need to find information regarding care for plants. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me find a book like that, I uh, don’t… nevermind.”

He swallowed and stared up at the tall shelf, breaking that eye contact with Tornado, but still hoping the ghoul would help him on his search to find information on plants.

The man's drop off at the end of his sentence definitely made Tornado curious, and they finally actually looked at him for the first time. They wanted to ask about it, stay true to their habit of asking a million questions, but they had a feeling that the man didn't want any attention on what he was going to say.

Tornado thought for a moment, crossing their arms and bringing their hand to their mouth like a caricature of someone thinking. They looked around the vast expanse of the library to job their memory before gasping. "I remember now! Plants! They're over here." Tornado began to lead the way over to an isle of book, all with a lot of greens, browns and yellows on the covers. "What kind of plant are you caring for?"

“Uh… the green kind…” he replied, feeling a little stupid. He exchanged looks with his bird, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know… house plants? There’s one in my room. And it’s dying. And my friend told me to go figure out how to keep it alive because… well, I’m not sure, really.” If it was up to me, I would’ve just let it die.

Azazel crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the shelves with all these books about plants. He never really realized how large The Ministry’s catalog of books really was; especially concerning plants.

He attempted to find a name that seemed familiar to him, not really recognizing anything of the sort.

Sunday night. Most people were at mass; it made sense. However, there were always a few lingering souls who chose to not go to mass, rather, keeping to themselves and working on their own. It’s fair; The Ministry encourages working on yourself. They don’t force you to go to mass, unless it’s apart of your job, and that is part of what makes it so fun.

Anyways, it was pouring rain outside, and although it was annoying to some, there were those who found it peaceful.

The quiet thrumming on the roof of the library created a sense of peacefulness. The rain came down in sheets, but it was not disturbing. It was soothing. It was great ambiance to curl up in the library and read a good book.

“Hey, you,” a gruff voice cracked through the quietness of the library. “Could you help me with somethin’?” an older man, pretty tall, wearing a black cassock with a beige coat stood there next to Tornado, his hands in his pockets.

There was nothing particularly odd about his appearance— well, I suppose there was one thing. He had a bird on his shoulder, one that seemed to be… staring at the ghoul in front of them. Did the bird know she wasn’t supposed to be there?

- @father-azazel

"Oh-" it wasn't hard to catch Tornado off guard, "-Of course! What is it?" The air ghoul tilted their head at the man's bird. They didn't bring her up yet, but they were definitely staring back. Tornado was always doing that. They'd go long moments without blinking or breaking eye contact.

"Do you need help finding a book? Or maybe you want to return one!" That was another habit of theirs; asking many questions consecutively, and then trying to answer them themself. Tornado still hadn't looked away from the bird, letting their goat tail sway curiously behind them.

“Uh… I’m looking for a specific kind of book…” he said. He turned to face the bookshelf, hiding his bird from view. He was very cautious about her, especially when he was inside the ministry, and to this day he still didn’t know if she was allowed inside the library. He just assumed the librarian didn’t care, as he’d been in here countless times with the bird since he’d joined The Ministry…

He pulled one hand out of his pocket to brush his hair back. Looking at Tornado out of the corner of his eye, he seemed a bit nervous about something.

“I just need to find information regarding care for plants. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me find a book like that, I uh, don’t… nevermind.”

He swallowed and stared up at the tall shelf, breaking that eye contact with Tornado, but still hoping the ghoul would help him on his search to find information on plants.

frjimdefroque

Is this what's in fraters file on his computer

Lmk

Even I don't know what's in there.

Sure you don’t.

Godduhhhgg

I wish someone would call me and confess their love to meee..

I wish I had off for this holidayyy..

I wish someone would come sweep me off my feet..

Well, did someone ask you out?

If not, I’m in the library today. I suppose I have some hot chocolate as well, if you’d like some. You know I am always there to talk.

Goddd

I wish someone would call meee

While I should be doing my jobbbuhhh..

Because im freaking bored as helllll...

#*em #might as well put ts to good use

Do you need something.

The knock on the door broke the still silence, echoing through the doctor’s office.

Elio’s eyes flicked up towards the door and he brushed a strand of hair aside, checking his watch before hearing someone enter the room.

“Morning,” a gruff voice filled the room, quiet but somewhat authoritative. Although even Elio could tell that the man in front if him was shaking, even so slightly.

The man stood tall, one might guess that he was around 6ft, and he had darkened salt & pepper hair that was neatly trimmed.

He wore a clerical outfit; the standard one the ministry would give out, however over top he had a beige trench coat, in pristine condition. An interesting man, one that Elio had not seen before.

- @father-azazel *I have not RPed in a while, my apologies if the writing is a little off or does not make sense. I am a little rusty, haha.

Elvio had stared, although unintentionally, as it wasn't very.. polite of him. He's just not used to new faces.

"..Morning.. And you are?"

Elvio had responded with a slightly confused tone in his voice. He could've sworn there weren't many appointments today.

"..Anything I may help you with today?"

☆(dont worry! I haven't done anything like this in years, so I'm still relearning it all :) )

“I-I’m… Azazel.” His somewhat ‘stern’ tone— at least whatever was left of it before —immediately dropped. He was nervous in hospitals, even if they were private, and he didn’t really know how to hide it.

He stuttered his way through his words, his vision focusing on anything other than the doctor in front of him. He sighed. The man felt like a nervous kid again, stumbling over his own feet as he attempted this race to get whatever he was doing over with.

“I need t-to schedule an… appointment..? One… yeah, uh, I need to talk about… switching doctors. I-I talked to you over the phone… over a month ago… because I used to have a different doctor… outside of the ministry. I just… uh… I sent over my information. Through email. You should have it…” Azazel grit his teeth. He refused to look the doctor in the eye, his brows furrowed and his face directed down at the ground. He’d left his ‘emotional support animal’ back at his room, and he was beginning to regret it.

"Mm.. Let me just.."

He flicked through his notepad infront of him with scribbles beyond belief, papers jumbled with words and numbers.

"Ah. I did write down the main reason for our conversation here, but it got lost in everything else. Sorry about that."

He clicked around on his laptop for a moment or two, opening his email and scrolling for a long.. long time.. Clearly, he must've come across the previously mentioned email.

"I see.. Well, now that I've sorted that out, let's talk about your appointment, yes? The reason for it, the date, such and such."

“No problem…”

Azazel’s jaw just refused to unclench, and his posture remained stiff. A shakey hand reached out to grab a pen and sign whatever Elvio gave him. He barely skimmed any of the papers, he just wanted to give whatever information Elvio needed and get out.

“I’d suppose so.” In an attempt to regain his composure, his eyes met Elvio’s. He kept his own narrow, but there was a certain glimmer of softness to them; Azazel was not hostile, just afraid.

“Well uh… what would you like to.. hear..? I’ve never done this before, I am not quite sure how it would work… or what you’d need to hear…”

"Well," he began, leaning back in his chair just a tad, "I'd need to know things such as why you're booking an appointment, whether it be a simple check-up to a I-need-help-immediately-or-I'll-implode type of situation. After that, if it is a long-term thing, it'd be nothing but a simple evaluation of when the next visit would be, depending on your schedule."

"You know, the easy stuff!"

The office is rather quiet. It's almost soothing, considering the environment that exists around them with gnarly ghouls and rogue rituals.

"You don't need to be nervous, hm? I don't bite."

Azazel simply nodded, crossing his arms to hug his chest as he thought.

“Yes, yeah… well, I’d suppose it’s just regular checkups I’d need… as well as prescription.. stuff,” Azazel swallowed hard, “Y’know… all of that business.”

He cleared his throat and looked up at Elvio once more, not feeling quite comfortable enough to speak on that matter at the moment.

“I have a pretty clear schedule for the next… month or so, so maybe I can schedule that first checkup.. soon…? Uh… two weeks… perhaps…”

Azazel’s face heated up due to embarrassment from Elvio’s comment. “Of course you don’t bite; I didn’t assume you were a ghoul. Just eh.. I guess you’d stab?” Azazel tried to crack a smile, but that only made him more nervous. Despite the many years he’d been coming in contact with needles regularly, they still made him uncomfortable.

The knock on the door broke the still silence, echoing through the doctor’s office.

Elio’s eyes flicked up towards the door and he brushed a strand of hair aside, checking his watch before hearing someone enter the room.

“Morning,” a gruff voice filled the room, quiet but somewhat authoritative. Although even Elio could tell that the man in front if him was shaking, even so slightly.

The man stood tall, one might guess that he was around 6ft, and he had darkened salt & pepper hair that was neatly trimmed.

He wore a clerical outfit; the standard one the ministry would give out, however over top he had a beige trench coat, in pristine condition. An interesting man, one that Elio had not seen before.

- @father-azazel *I have not RPed in a while, my apologies if the writing is a little off or does not make sense. I am a little rusty, haha.

Elvio had stared, although unintentionally, as it wasn't very.. polite of him. He's just not used to new faces.

"..Morning.. And you are?"

Elvio had responded with a slightly confused tone in his voice. He could've sworn there weren't many appointments today.

"..Anything I may help you with today?"

☆(dont worry! I haven't done anything like this in years, so I'm still relearning it all :) )

“I-I’m… Azazel.” His somewhat ‘stern’ tone— at least whatever was left of it before —immediately dropped. He was nervous in hospitals, even if they were private, and he didn’t really know how to hide it.

He stuttered his way through his words, his vision focusing on anything other than the doctor in front of him. He sighed. The man felt like a nervous kid again, stumbling over his own feet as he attempted this race to get whatever he was doing over with.

“I need t-to schedule an… appointment..? One… yeah, uh, I need to talk about… switching doctors. I-I talked to you over the phone… over a month ago… because I used to have a different doctor… outside of the ministry. I just… uh… I sent over my information. Through email. You should have it…” Azazel grit his teeth. He refused to look the doctor in the eye, his brows furrowed and his face directed down at the ground. He’d left his ‘emotional support animal’ back at his room, and he was beginning to regret it.

"Mm.. Let me just.."

He flicked through his notepad infront of him with scribbles beyond belief, papers jumbled with words and numbers.

"Ah. I did write down the main reason for our conversation here, but it got lost in everything else. Sorry about that."

He clicked around on his laptop for a moment or two, opening his email and scrolling for a long.. long time.. Clearly, he must've come across the previously mentioned email.

"I see.. Well, now that I've sorted that out, let's talk about your appointment, yes? The reason for it, the date, such and such."