Alastor: he looked around, not seeming impressed whatsoever. "No no no no no!! Don't you dare leave me alone in this stupid place! I wanna come with you!!"

George: “Just lean back?” George questioned quietly. After a moment of hesitation, George did as he was told and leaned back almost into Chris. “This good?”

Ariv: Ariv released a long, heavy sigh. “Fine, but you mustn’t touch anything unless you want to turn into a mindless baboon baby,” Ariv huffed before beginning to walk to the stairs before turning back to facing Alastor. “That was a joke by the way. But still do not touch anything.”

Alastor: he huffed shaking his head. "I'm not a child Ariv!! I you don't need to act like I am." He walked behind Ariv muttering curses.

George: George nodded after a moment, placing his right hand directly under his left and raising his foot a bit shakily off the ground.

Ariv: Ariv chuckled faintly before marching up the stairs and heading into a room. “Alastor?” Ariv asked with a polite tone as he stepped into the pitch black room. “Would you mind turning the lights on for me?"

Alastor:he rolled his eyes with a huff folowing Ariv into the room, he looked around for a lightswich finding it eventually. "There it is." He flipped the switch looking around.

George: “There’s never a time not to be gay, Chris!!” George huffed before reluctantly doing as he was told, having a little trouble with pointing his toes, but figuring it out eventually.

Ariv: Like a giant warehouse, the thin but long room was slowly illuminated by the kind of lights you find in an office one by one. The walls had metal shelves pushed onto them with boxes packed tightly together. “Thank you, Alastor,” Ariv praised before already beginning to walk down the aisle.

Alastor: he looked around his eyes wide. "What the fuck.." he looked like a child in an ice cream shop. He glanced Dover to Ariv before getting close to the shelves to inspect the boxes.

George: George chuckled softly as he rolled his eyes before putting his feet back on the ground. “Thanks, Chris!~” George smiled before kissing his cheek gently.

Ariv: The boxes closest to the doors had a red strip of paint in front of them. Inside each box was files. Files upon files upon files. Most of the boxes had red paint on them and one thing was similar across all of the files in the boxes: they were murder cases containing ‘supernatural’ things.

Chris: he blushed just slightly turning his head away. "Yes whatever, you're lucky I didn't make you go upside down Or go handless." A knock could be heard from the front door.

Alastor: he bit his tongue looking back at Ariv for just a moment. He then went ahead and touched one of the boxes wanting to pull it out and look at some of the files.

George: George chuckled, a wide smile on his face. Before someone knocked on the door. The color from George’s face quickly drained as he heard someone at the door. “Shit…!” George mumbled, rapidly pulling his pants back on as he mostly didn’t want to open the door. “Please put some clothes on before I go see who it is…!”

Ariv: The box, as if it was possessed, fell to the floor, scattering papers and files everywhere. “Alastor!” Ariv hissed, turning sharply to face him. “What did I say about not touching things? Now keep up please! We need to find someone who deserves to lose an arm.”