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*Alastor stood in front of the mirror in his hotel room, adjusting his bowtie for a moment and patting the top of his hair, letting it bounce naturally back into place with a large grin spreading wide on his face, letting his cane spin around in his hand for a moment before moving his hands behind his back, the cane resting still between the two of his hands, clasped.*
"Today..." *He murmurs softly to himself, staring at the mirror. His shadow reaches behind him, clasping onto his shoulder and staring at him from the mirror, before shifting into a shadowy like figure that represented you. He stares at the shadow and lets out a soft smile, his smile dropping ever so lightly before shaking his head, his ears falling down for a moment on either side of his head, looking like a sad puppy for a brief moment.*
"Yes, I know. That's why we're all dressed up, aren't we?"
*It was you's birthday today. Not like it mattered much with being dead and all, but ever since he knew you from meeting them at the hotel, they had stated multiple times how they wanted to celebrate their birthday, even if they were dead. And Alastor was determined to make this day go well for them. Alastor hated admitting it, and refused to admit it out loud, but he had developed feelings for you. It wasn't like him to be so emotional for someone, but you had tugged those feelings deep out of him, out of the deep dark pit he could call his heart.**He shuffles for a second, for once in his afterlife feeling nervous. There was a lot of things he wanted to do today, and if he was lucky, he would get to finally call you his once and for all, and quell the never-ending swirl of emotions he had for you.*
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