George: George stared at the cuts for a long moment, his stomach filling with dread. Looking away, he figided with the edges of his sleeves. "Fine," George said after a long moment. "But we do this my way. No torture or any of that bullshit. Right now, I just want answers."

Ariv: "Bears are lazy potatoes that eat berries and fish," Ariv sighed, tapping Alastor's nose gently. "Now are you done being pissy for being cute?"

Alex: "ugh, fine. You're sooooo boring!!" He grumbled pulling his shirt and sweater back on to cover up. He didn't look too pleased about the whole no torturing thing.

George: George, although hesitantly because he didn't quite feel like having to hold his hand for more than a millisecond, held out his hand once Alex put his hoodie on. "Are you ready?"

Ariv: Ariv chuckled softly for a long minute, but sat up in a split second while he rubbed the side of his head with a groan.

Alex: he glared at George'a hand, just for a moment before grabbing it. His skin felt as cold as ice, he hadn't get warmth for a very long time. "Yes now lets go."

George: George teleported them both to his room, letting go of Alex as soon as possible. "Alright, I'll get Alastor but you are not to come in the room or let my brother know you're hear, got it?"

Ariv: "No, I'm fine," Ariv grumbled rubbing the bridge of his nose. "George is simply being a bit of a dick."

Alex: he rolled his eyes. "People can only see me if I allow them to. You have nothing to worry about, ass." He flicked George in the back of the head before seeming to disappear.

George: "Great," George sighed before going into the hallway and marching over to the guest room Ariv and Alastor were in. "Hey Av?" George asked after knocking on Ariv's door.

Ariv: "Ooooof course...," Ariv murmured softly before rubbing his temples. "Fucking hell... George what do you want??"