"It is bit a shame, really, to be here quite... alone."

"It is a pity that everyone is so.. eager to be intimate around here. Is this a new trend?"

"That so? Such a luck that I'm not affected in any ways."

"Well, then. Good for you."

#; looking for an actual plot or simple banter with any mikaelsons. hit rt to help this man, please. and hit like if interested with his quests. DMs are open.

"What can't a glass of bourbon fix." The dreams, for example. But he's not going to say that out loud.

There's music in this hour of the day that can be heard on the city's street from the window of the room where he was seated. An opened book placed on his laps, whereas he was lost. It would be a peaceful looking picture, if only he was lost in the book. Not in his thoughts.

". . .the thing is, no one asked for the Devil. It seems he had this habit of showing up unexpectedly instead."

His shoulders rolled slowly, trying to ease out his tense posture. Things haven't been well lately. But as always, he had to adapt and be ten steps further than others.

#; pardon me for I have been, ah, occupied these days. I'll get back to you lots when it's over.