Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 29

Alastor doesn't understand Fawn's humor sometimes, and just ends up being thoroughly confused (which is why she still makes modern jokes, she loves seeing the befuddlement on his face)

Also I love Instagram audios, they're where I get most of my skit dialogue.

Fawn's POV

Movement caused me to stir from my sleep and I protested by snuggling closer to whatever I was laying on.

There was a tired chuckle, the noise causing what I was resting against to rumble. I remembered, then, how Alastor had pulled me over to him last night.

Why he did that is beyond me, but I'm not complaining. I love cuddling, but normally I cuddle pillows. Cuddling a person was a whole new experience.

A very welcomed experience.

"Don't move..." I mumbled, not really sure if it was coherent or not, "I'm so comfy..."

I felt him pull a piece of hair from the corner of my mouth before he tucked a loose strand away from my face. Slowly my eyes opened up and his blurry image gradually cleared up.

"I'm afraid I've got to get up this time, cher," he said, his tone almost sounding disappointed, "at this rate I'll be late for work," he added, still pulling his body out from under me.

For just a second I chased him, keeping my cheek against his chest to try and hang on to his warmth for a moment longer. Eventually, though, I gave up with a huff and let him slip away from me.

I immediately felt chilled at his absence and snatched some blankets to pull up under my nose. My eyes were barely opened as I watched him get out of the bed.

He was humming softly as he walked over to his blinds and opened them. The light wasn't bright at all—in fact, it was barely even dawn. The beginnings of orange hues spilled through the blinds creating lines of calm morning light.

The past few days he's been leaving for work before I could even make it out of bed, but now that I'm awake I might see if I can tag along with him.

It gets boring as hell being alone in this big ass house.

Of course, I'm gonna snag a few extra minutes under these warm blankets before I force myself to get up.

He was walking around, casually gathering his clothing for the day. His choice today was a dark grey, almost black, dress shirt. The buttons were silver, and I watched as he laid the shirt on the bed before grabbing a lighter grey vest.

Then a dark wine colored bow tie with slacks that seemed to be the same color.

His choices of tops were refreshing, he normally only ever wears red.

"No red today?" I teased him, gaining his attention. He smirked at me before he scoffed and shook his head.

"No, unfortunately. I'm meeting my new boss today, so I figured I'd dress a bit nicer than I normally would," he said.

He normally dresses pretty nice so I don't know what he's talking about, but whatever floats his boat I guess.

Then I registered what he said.

"New boss?" I perked up slightly, and he hummed and nodded as his fingers began working at the buttons on his night shirt.

I took notice of that immediately, watching as his chest was revealed to me slowly as each button was undone.

"Yes indeedy. His name is Thomas Calcutta, and I'm sincerely hoping he will be more up to par with his leadership skills," Alastor mused, letting the night shirt fall away from his body.