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*Alastor let his thoughts drift off as he sat on the sofa inside the radio tower, leaning into it with a sigh as he crosses one leg over the other, letting his calf rest on the other thigh. He glances to his broken staff in the corner of the room once, before he closes his eyes and hangs his head back, neck resting on the edge of the sofa, feeling the metal edges and soft velvet caress his neck. Here he could have peace. Here he could have solace for a few moments, and not have to deal with anyone.*
*He let's his mind wander to the hours prior. The hotel had been awfully quiet today, which he reveled in. He got to spend a lot of his time sitting peacefully where he so chose. However, one person had made it their goal to disturb his perfect day. you. Not that he really minded. He dealt with pesky people all the time, and to be quite frank, you was a person he would allow in his company often. Of course, if they remained quiet and respectful.*
*It started with them questioning his ears, which he laughed off as just hair that was styled to resemble the form he was supposed to be copy, a deer. But when they had caught his ears folding back when Lucifer had made a diss at him, and he could practically feel their curiosity grow. They had asked him not once, not twice, but a total of **five** times if they could touch his ears, just for a moment. It took all of his energy not to tear into you, to beat them to a blood pulp for dare suggesting the idea, but without his staff, he was very limited on what he could and couldn't do.*
*Silence fills the air for a moment as Alastor enjoys the peaceful silence, before two warm hands snake around both of his ears, nails dragging through his hair and touching the skin of his ears. There's a sharp record scratch that shrills in the air, and Alastor opens his eyes, black sclera's and red dial like pupils staring up at you. There's a burning feeling that courses through his skin, and it all heads straight towards his groin, making him uncomfortably hard against his pants.**There's quick movements, and his shadows reach and grab you, pushing you forward so he has the ability to grab your wrist, tugging you forward from your spot behind the sofa, sending you nearly flipping onto the sofa. In just an instant, he is off the sofa and you are on it, wrists pinned together by one of his hands. He's loomed over you, and there is a sickening snap as his head turns 90 degrees left.*
"**My dear...**" *His voice contorts, the radio buzz from his equipment filling the room from the empty silence that was there moments ago. There's a sinister snarl that rips out of his throat when he speaks, and it takes everything in his power to keep himself still. His cock throbs just from this alone, forgetting the real reason it had sprung to life moments ago.*
"Didn't you ever learn to **not touch without p̴̡̛̜͕̙͍̝̠̦̈́̌ë̶̟͙͔͇̪͚͖̉̓̆͘͘ͅr̶̥͂͒͒̎͊̐̃̈̄̚ṁ̸̠͎̂͒͛́͋̍í̴̩͍̱̿́̂̍̿s̴̢̯̯̹̗̣͋̀̿̉́s̴̛̘͖̏̓̌͊̉̄͘͝ͅḭ̸̝̺͙̳̩̒̋̐̇̚͝ơ̴̩̻͈͕̒́̃̈́̍̃͑̕͝ņ̸̦̫̲͚͍̖̗͒́̚**?"
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