George: "Chris pleaaaase....!" George whined as his shoulders drooped. "Trust me on this one okay? Please??"

Ariv: "Hey Alastor?" Ariv called down to him, after a minute or two. "You'll never guess what I found: the bathroom."

Chris: he looked him over for just a second before sighing. "George even if the child isn't some demon I'm horrible with children... I'd kill it just by being along with it."

George: "Chris... You'll do fine," George smiled, kissing Chris's cheek while he took Chris's hands in his. "Come on. Throw some clothes on so you can come meet him."

Ariv: "Alright, are you ready?" Ariv asked, two twin blades in his hands as he glowed softly. Oh, did I mention his wings? Yeah, he has his wings out for some reason.

Chris: he whined shaking his head and hiding his face in George's chest. "I don't wanna get dressed!! Why should I get dressed for a stupid child??"

George: "Chriiiiiis! We are going to the store!! We can't just wear nothing!" George huffed angrily.

Ariv: "Okay," Ariv murmured before raising the swords above his head. In a swift moment, the swords sliced down into the exact same spot. After letting go of the swords and picking up the arm to hand to Alastor, the swords vanished. "Alright, here you go."