Ariv: Ariv sighed softly. "You folks need to let Alastor sleep and get some sleep yourselves," Ariv advised. "Go retire relatively soon, please."

George: "Damian you can barely stand," George shot back. "If I push you lightly, you'd fall over like a feather in a wind storm."

Huey: he looked back over to Ariv, the birds had slowly returned to the body to feed off of Alastor's blood. " I physically don't require sleep to function." He smiled innocently, Alastor only Sighed and laid back for using his arm to shield his eyes from the light.

Ariv: Ariv seemed to freeze before nodding and walking back into the kitchen silently.

George: "Well damn," George growled. "What else could I have done? I didn't have the materials to stich your wound closed and I certainly don't think I could've gotten you to a hospital before you bled out so what else could I have done? Let my best friend die?"

Alastor: he took a glance at where Ariv left and then smacked Huey upside the head, it wasn't a light hit, Huey was on the ground and holding his head in pain. Alastor didn't seem to care about him. He curled up now grumpy that he had awoken and that Ariv had left.

Ariv: Ariv just needed a minute. Ariv rubbed his temples as he gripped the side of the sink. He couldn't bring Huey into this mess. You and I know how chaotic is is for me, but imagine that times two, squared, divided by six, and then with a side of a tone of bullshit. Not fun is what it would be.

George: "I was being sarcastic because I'd never fucking doing that," George hissed as he grabbed his ear and twisted it to show Damian just how annoyed he was.