What's the status on our favorite bbg :3 (vidette)
Angel: She is- wait, lemmie check-
(Angel leans over Vidette, who is flopped facedown on the couch in the staff lounge upstairs, limbs twisted limply in positions only she could possibly find comfortable. He prods her head a little, but receives no reaction. He scritches her ear, and her tail starts to wag.)
Angel: -Still alive! I- uh- I think. As alive as you can be in Hell, at least. You doin' alright there, baby?
Vidette: (muffled prolonged bleat)
Angel: uh-huh... uhm- Al, you got a translation for us? She's got certain sounds I get in context, but this is a new one for me, and I ain't that fluent in doe just yet.
Alastor: It was merely an overly-emphatic whine. A call for affection, if you will, but with the sort of pitch you'd get from a fawn. Normally aimed at a parent or caregiving figure, but I suppose it can apply to a partner as well.
Angel: Ah, now that is something I can provide~
(She lifts her head, forcing herself to prop herself up slightly, looking half-awake and extremely exhausted as her nose twitches. Angel picks her up and lies down where she just was, letting her settle on top of him as she nuzzles under his chin, practically melting in his arms. She lets out a big happy sigh when he hugs her, and her wagging tail slows as she zonks out again fairly quickly.)