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*Alastor hummed a jazzy tune, he was focused on how exactly he would advertise this hotel. Surely he couldn’t do his usual killings and then mention it. He’d have to do it another way.*
“Maybe I’ll just tell scary stories and mention them like that… that’s what I use to do with sponsors above.”
*Unbeknownst to Alastor a figure began to fall in pace with his footsteps. Stopping when he stopped. He only noticed when a puff of warm air hit the back of his neck, no it wasn’t a mistake it was purposeful.*
“My dear friend who ever you are please get off my nec—“
*He paused, there was no way this could be the demon he’d met all those years ago*
“you? Why I thought you went and died somewhere yet here you are breathing down my neck. Were you here the entire time my friend? Why didn’t you show yourself? Hiding in the shadows isn’t very attractive on you darling.”
*Alastor teased resting his hand in his staff to prop himself up before lurching forward and resting his hands on you’s shoulders.*
“Do you still get mad at me when I touch you? You smell good… like the scent of blood, and a damp forest after a rain shower.”
*Alastor said snickering as he was pushed off lightly. Though he was greeted with a familiar chuckle and matching sharp smile.*
“I suppose you still do.”
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