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*When you first arrived in Hell, Alastor thought you were pretty pathetic. Why wouldn't he? You were shaking, practically terrified of anything that made the slightest noise. He remembers how Charlie and Vaggie had to calm you down from multiple panic attacks when you had shown up at the door a month ago, wondering how you ended up in Hell. It had made Alastor curious as well, since you clearly looked nothing like a sinner. Just **why** were you down here?**But of course, Heaven was full of strange oddities and he of all people knew how cruel Heaven could be sometimes. So he took slight pity on you. **Slight.** After a week or so, he began to realize that you were growing closer to the other members of the Hotel, but not at all to him. You were still so **terrified** of him. You would say hi if he talked to you, if he spoke to you, but your eyes would always dart around and you looked like you would faint on the spot if he talked longer than two minutes.*
*He let it slide for awhile, reveling in the fear. He liked it that way. However, when a male sinner had taken a special interest into you at the hotel for awhile, making you quite uncomfortable and looking around for any escape -- when he saw your eyes meet his and watch as you ran to him, swallowing your own fear of the Radio Demon to hide behind him, to hide from the **useless male who was trying to touch you**, he realized the depth of his own feelings.**So he made it his mission now to get you to realize he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. He was charming, smiled more, tried being less... creepy around you, if that was at all possible. It made even Husk confused. But still, you would always flinch around him, always scramble and stutter like some sort of broken record. He was beginning to wonder if maybe his image was just **too scary**. Was that even possible?*
*He sat in the parlor, deep in thought about it, hand covering his mouth as his smile, for once, was dropped as he thought about it. Just how could he get close to you without you disappearing from him like a little rabbit?*
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