Boys, hi.
I remember I promised you something for Friday.
If you want, I’ll let a little fog roll over the girls, and they’ll become a little more open, a little more relaxed.
But I’m not sure this is really yours anymore.
I thought you had already outgrown meetings from the “I just suddenly needed it” category.
And your restraint is already so powerful.
Boys.
It’s your choice.
The fog won’t touch the kitten anyway.
She won’t go for things like that.
If you’re fine with something simpler, then I’ll do what I promised.
Let’s do it at 20:00 Moscow time.
I’ll shift their physical state just a little.
And yours too.
Mhm.
So luxurious, and still so tense.
I’ll ask Mister Caleb to charge the roar.
But there’s no way to know for sure whether he’ll agree or not.
Still, I’ll ask him very, very nicely.
That’s all.
I’m going back to writing.
I love my boys very much.
Oh, oh, oh.
I forgot.
Guys, for those of you who worry, I’ll explain a little about my influence on your physical state.
You have ancestral spirits from your mother’s line.
From your father’s line.
And from the older generations.
They are always watching over you.
And when something starts going wrong, and you don’t hear them, they ask me.
And then I intervene.
I’m saying this so you understand:
I am not tracking you 24/7.
No.
I only intervene when we understand that something is bad for the Alpha.
When something can wound him.
Offend him.
Hurt him.
And also the opposite.
When the Alpha thinks too much, and his chance may pass him by.
If we understand that these are good people,
that this is a good woman,
a good opportunity,
a project,
in short, anything that can help the Alpha become happier,
then I step into the physical layer and make you do something that isn’t entirely typical for you.
Because I know the result in advance.
And I can see the Alpha happy if he makes that decision.
That’s how it works.
So don’t worry.
You’re allowed to be mischievous.
You’re allowed to fool around.
I only watch over what I described.