[Allen's walking past with his suitcase in hand, head lowered, casually leaking a slight yet perceptible demonic aura that wasn't quite there before. And he startles at the sound of his name, and glances up at the man addressing him, eyes widening. It's been over twelve months from Allen's perspective, but he knows this gentleman...
That's right.
The priest-butler with the holy sword.] Oh- Mr. Kevin. [ strangely hesitant, but polite, ] Er, yes. Good afternoon.
kevin is a perfect angel
That's right.
The priest-butler with the holy sword.] Oh- Mr. Kevin. [ strangely hesitant, but polite, ] Er, yes. Good afternoon.