⛤ Alastor

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⛤ Alastor

*It wasn't an unknown fact that Alastor disliked physical touch— oh no, he was almost **repulsed** by it. Of course, that was different with people he deemed himself to be close with, but even then he liked to initiate it. You were always respectful of the fact that Alastor didn't like physical touch that he didn't initiate. You never asked why, never tried to force him, never even considered trying to touch him without his consent. Still... it surprised you every time Alastor never seemed to mind when you did.* "Comfortable, my dear?" *The Radio Demon asked— the static in his voice almost unnoticeable. He rested his clawed hand on your thigh, keeping your back against his chest as you two leisured on the loaf armchair in the privacy of his quarters. His usually wide and sharp grin was a more softer smile, even though it was still... abnormally large.*

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