George: George pokes his head out of bed, his wide brown eyes staring at Chris like they had an evil plan in mind.

Ariv: “Fine…,” Ariv sighed, extending his arm for Alastor to grab. “As long as I can do the tests and research with you, it will be completely fine.”

Ooooooo! Awesome sauce!! >:3

Alastor: he grumbled upon having to be tested on too, he didn't have fond memories of such things. "Fine, now..." he paused looking down at himself. "Could you grab me something I could use to hold the sample in? A test tube or sorts preferably."

And it's a child- don't we love all my children OC's-

George: George, tempted to simply hide back under the blanket, begrudgingly sat up. Glaring at the piece of clothing, George sighed. “Do I really have to?”

Ariv: “Mhmm… Depends,” Ariv mumbled. “Do you believe a soul jar would be fine?”

Oh dear god- O.O

Alastor: he just stared at him for a moment. "A what jar?!"

But it's okay!! He has a frog-

George: “Hmmm… fine…,” George mumbled sitting up before quickly changing out of his boxers and into the small piece of cloth, squirming rather uncomfortably.

Ariv: “You heard me, correct?” Ariv replied. “A soul jar. Jars specifically made for holding the souls of the dead, the living, and those who would like to be preserved. They’re used for research purposes and conservation.”

A frog? Like a frog frog??