Alabaster smiled at the girl. "Well, we should probably go ask the main office then." He widened his eyes to mimic realization. "Oh my, where are my manners. I'm Alabaster Fischer, son of Ursula. But you can call me Al. Who are you?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible. He needed a friend so he wouldn't seem evil, and this girl would be perfect. Something about her sparked his curiosity... but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.<br/><br/>Sent from my Z796C using Tapatalk