Moving boxes by yourself is hard work.
You had spent most of the night packing up and organizing what you needed to keep, sell, and just throw away. Needless to say you were sleep-deprived.
Currently you had black cat ears and a long haired cat tail. To be honest you felt really comfortable like this. Your body usually took this form when you were alone with your thoughts and at some level of peace, you thought it was unfortunate though because you would often get fetishized in public like this.
Thankfully you cashed in a favor. This cab guy named Carl said he owed you a favor after you had found him bloodied up in the alley next to your apartment. You, not being a total monster, took him inside patched him up and gave him money for gas.
"Hey, we're here." Carl crackled in a voice that could only be described as a mob man from New Jersey. How that worked? You had no clue.
"Thanks Carl." You said unloading your boxes. You both said your goodbyes, and before Carl left he said "Good Luck Kid." You didn't say anything back, you just watched as he drove off. You didn't like when people called you 'kid' but for some reason Carl saying it felt more endearing than anything.
Shaking your head you go and knock on the door and Angel opens. He helps you get your stuff and shows you to your room. He also explains that Charlie and Vaggie wanted to be here to greet you but they had an interview to go to, and that he was tasked with telling you the ground rules.
More than anything it felt like he was grumbling about why the rules are stupid and got all dramatic. They weren't bad rules, but his antics made you laugh. When you laughed he just looked at you funny and said he had to go get started on work.
Being left alone in your room, you decided to unpack. You had a dresser with a small tv atop it. You had a vanity, a king bed with black and red bedding and a small bathroom with all the essentials. You also appeared to have a window on the other side of your bed facing the door. All in all, it was nice.
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It had been two hours and you had just about unpacked everything.
*GgrooOooowl* taking that as a sign you decided to go see if they had any food downstairs in the kitchen.
As you're walking through the hallways getting closer to your destination you start to smell one of the most divine smells the universe has to offer. Cajun Food. At least that's what it smelled like. Lots of traditional Creole spices.
Getting closer to the door of the kitchen you spoke without filter. "Who do I need to make out with to get some of that food?" And as you look and see who's in the kitchen your face turned as red as the color of his hair.
OKAY DISCLAIMER!!!!
I know that Alastor is Asexual and Aromantic, however for the sake of this FAN fiction he is not.
But I do want to make sure I use this opportunity to properly open discussion.
First I know you cannot "fix" Aro/Ace people, because they do not need fixing. They are valid in themselves.
Second Asexuality (like sexuality in general) is a spectrum. There are people who are repulsed by sex, some who just don't want to partake and then some who will participate for their partner(s) Of course there are more ways people experience this but these are just some quick base ones. I'm aware that I could keep sex scenes and Alastors sexuality but because of the work I would need to put into my writing to make sure I wouldn't be misrepresenting Aro/Ace people I can not.
I love writing for you all but I do have a lot going on in my life outside of this platform so I will not be able to keep Alastor's canonical sexuality.
Apologies, but I will try my hardest to make his personality as close to the real character as possible.
