(Discontinued) His Forbidden Fruit (Radioapple || Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter Three

After a refreshing dinner with Rosie in Cannibal Town later that evening, Alastor teleported himself back to his room in the Hazbin Hotel. Spending time with Rosie temporarily put his mind at ease after the horrendously humiliating activity from that morning, but that feeling quickly faded at one glimpse of his staff.

   Alastor sat down on his bed, then picked up his staff that had been resting against it. He examined it delicately, almost worried that Lucifer somehow hadn't actually repaired it. Hesitantly, Alastor touched the spot where the break used to be.

   He really fixed it. Hmm... Alastor processed internally, rotating the staff to view the front side and study the microphone head.

   Alastor fiddled with his staff, twirling it around and eventually holding it close to his chest. He slid down to lay on his back and stared at the ceiling.

   Ever since he discovered that Lucifer fixed his staff, Alastor avoided running into him. He ate dinner away from the hotel with Rosie, making the last minute excuse that Charlie had fixed a vegetarian meal (which he didn't know since he didn't attend the meal and hasn't interacted with any of the hotel residents since noon). Rosie questioned his unusual demeanor around her, to which Alastor dismissed with a simple, "It's been a long day, is all."

   Alastor's mind kept finding its way back to Lucifer. Why the short little man invaded his personal thoughts, he had no idea, but he wanted him to stop. Alastor hadn't felt this uncomfortable and vulnerable since... Well, he couldn't remember when.

   He did know that he couldn't just hide away from everyone forever, being the manager of Charlie's hotel and all. Plus, he was starting to take a liking to the girl.

   The only issue was breaking the awkward tension with Lucifer.

   What am I supposed to do about these annoying and strange emotions! They are quite foreign to me... Alastor whined internally.

   Suddenly, an idea came to him.

   Maybe if I just do the gentlemanly action and properly thank him for his kindness, he and I won't feel so... unnerved, Alastor concluded, then sat up on his bed.

   He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers...

   "Aughhh! Why can't you just work?!" Lucifer yelled at the rubber duck in his hand, yeeting it across the room disdainfully. It flew out the open door and into the hotel hallway. He sighed dramatically, dropping his head into both of his hands.

   "Ow!" A static voice yelped from the hallway.

   Jumping at the sudden noise, Lucifer perked up from his sullen state and turned his attention to the hallway. "Oh my god, you can talk?!" He exclaimed, jumping up to retrieve the discarded ducky. Once he reached the door, he quickly recoiled, unexpectant of the skyscraper of a red demon looming over him with his giant, golden smile.

   "Oh, shitfuckdamn." Lucifer cursed. "My bad."

   Alastor's eye twitched. "Lucifer, what in hell are you doing launching rubber ducks all over the place?!" Alator said frantically, gesturing at Lucifer with outstretched arms.

   "Ah, well, I seemed to have misplaced my temper there," He said as he chuckled awkwardly, anxiously fidgeting with his hands. "You see—" He started, grabbing the duck out of Alastor's hand, "—this one has a messed up smile." He pointed to the crooked bill on the rubber toy. "...so he's not the perfect one I'm looking for." He explained.

   Alastor raised an eyebrow, leaning forward towards the rubber toy. "Ah, yes... I see exactly what you mean," he said in a commercial voice, then stood up tall and snapped his fingers.