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Alastor woke up in a bad mood. After what had happened last night he had lost a little bit of respect for Angel, and trust. He slumped out of bed, standing up and picking up his staff, which was leaned against his bedside tables. He tapped it on the ground twice and changed into his normal outfit, brushing himself of and making his way into the bathroom. He picked up his black brush and carelessly brushed his hair, pointing up his ears and makeing sure he looked decent before going downstairs.

He exited the room and was about to open the door when he noticed something. It was a peice of paper, it looked like it had been slipped under the door. He picked it up curiously, he knew who it was from as soon as he saw the hot pink pen and swirly writing. He sighed and started reading,
'Dear Al,
Hey, I think you can tell by my writing but it's Angel. I'm writing this slightly drunk so I might write some not right grammar, sorry. Look, I'll keep it simple, I'm so sorry for what I did, I can't exactly remember but it's coming back to me. I don't know why I did that, I should've respected you, I don't know why I invaded your space like that. I went to get drunk with Cherri, can't remember if I've said that to you or not. She told me some shit and I realised I haven't been being more careful enough with the relationship, I do love you, you need to know that. Sometimes I just get a bit annoyed with the attention, but I'm not used to it, I'm used to being independent and fighting for what's mine.
Anyways I'm gonna keep writing forever and I need sleep, I'm sorry again, love you.
Angel~'

Alastor chuckled at the note, the writing was slightly sloppy and some words were a little hard to read, but he did appreciate it. He was surprised Angel managed to write out an entire letter let alone an apology while being so drunk he could bearly think a moment before.
"I forgive you." He mumbled under his breath, tucking the note in his breast pocket and opening his bedroom door.

He went down the stairs and heard shouting, it was Vaggie, he could also hear an annoyed Charlie talking to someone. He entered the lobby and as he though, Angel was being shouted at by Vaggie. He had his head on the table and his arms covered his face, he looked bad,
"Fuck off, it was a drink with my friend, and I don't care what ya have to say about that. And stop shouting, I have a hangova' y'know!" He said, lifting his head slightly to show his tiered eyes. Vaggie continued to shout and argue at Angel, Charlie for once wasn't defending Angel, and in fact sort of agreeing with Vaggie.

"Hello darlings, what's all of this commotion?" He said to the three girls, even though he knew what was going on.
"Oh good morning Alastor. Me and Vaggie are just a bit upset because Angel isn't taking redemption seriously, again." She emphasized the word Angel and glared at Angel while doing so, sighing and putting a hand to her head. Alastor chuckled and looked over at Angel, who smiled and put his head back down on the desk,
"Well than I won't interfere, I'll be preparing breakfast!" He said, his signature grin plastered on his face. Charlie nodded and smiled kindly, Vaggie just rolled her eyes and went back to scolding Angel, who ignored her.

Alastor went into the kitchen and pulled whatever he could find out of the cupboards and fridge. He looked at the ingredients, they had enough to make eggs and bacon, simple, but they didn't care much, whatever Alastor made was good, which is what he liked to hear. He heard his hellphone ding, he didn't know what it ment though. Angel had got him the hellphone on one of their more recent dates, because he still had one of the way older models. He still wasn't 100% sure how it worked though. He looked and saw a notification from his messaging app, a number he didn't know, but he didn't know any numbers.

He clicked on the notification and flames came to his eyes when he realised who it was,
'Hey radio demon, it's your old pal Vox. Heard you finally got a new model you oldschool sack of shit, didn't think you'd ever change anything up. Anyways just wanted to text you to tell you how pathetic you are, see you around you broken record.'