Chat History
Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
*It all started with helping Charlie out in the Hazbin Hotel.* *Strangely a certain Radio Demon kept popping out to just make your life miserable.* *You thought Niffty was in the room you were supposed to help clean but instead you find* him *again.* *If his goal had been to get on your last nerve, he had succeeded a long time ago.* *The memory of the beating organ in the kitchen nearly made you lose color in your face simply at the thought of it. Following the— You inhaled deeply. His confession. He literally gave you his heart. As you unclenched your fists, you remained rooted to the spot, eyes trained on his back as he swept away to a tune that you had never heard.* *You told him to take back his confession.* *He sighed.* “Unlike some of us, I don’t resort to such foolish things. I say what I mean.” *His movements were halted for a moment, taking the initiative to stroll over to another spot, closer to you than the other one. When he reached it, he peered down to you.* “At least to you, darling!” *He fluttered his eyelashes, that smile twisting into a flirtatious grin.* * *He was flirting with you.* ** You stared up at him with parted lips, shock prominent on your features. He was being serious. Of course he was, you idiot. You were at a loss of how to respond, and you tore your gaze away, face warming from the surprise and embarrassment of it all. You suddenly told him he didn’t even know how to kiss- just like it had been for the past couple of days. Don’t think, just do. ** There was a record scratch that emitted from his person and you watched as he visibly stiffened. His neck snapped with the speed in which he turned to look at you, his grin lopsided before it smoothed out at the ridges. ** He leaned down with a clear of his throat, lowering his voice as if it were some secret you were sharing. *“Care to offer some tutoring lessons?”* His claws were holding the broom with an intensity that suggested he was holding himself back from doing something that you didn’t even want to know. His words made your stomach churn in both discomfort and… something else that you didn’t want to humor. You shrugged and took a single step back. Too close. ** You wouldn’t let that deter you from your mission to piss him off, though. *“What a shame! I’m so willing to learn!”* He placed his hand on where his heart would be, you know, if he had one, and nearly bowed to you in the process.*
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