𝐼 𝐻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝑜 𝑀𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝐼 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝑜 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Trust Dance (2)

(Luci's POV)

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The early morning came and i woke up to a fucking killer headache and Alastor still sitting in the chair from last night, the book he was reading from was laying open on his lap as he seemed to be sleeping- no, his eyes are wide open- does he sleep with his eyes open? creepy..

I sat up in my bed and stretched for a good minute before getting up and deciding to take a shower, hopefully that'll make this hangover feel a little better, plus it'll give me an excuse to change- sleeping in these clothes is making me feel icky, fucking sensory issues.

As the hot water hit my skin, i realized how tense i had been through the night as i began to relax. The running water felt soothing on my body as i just stood there, the steam from the heated water filling the room and dispersing out the open door.

I ended up only briefly washing myself, the shower was really only an excuse to relax, no need to focus on being squeaky clean, i already took a shower yesterday.

As i stepped onto the soft mat below, i looked into the mirror in front of me and i stared at my reflection. The mirror cut off my reflection right above my shoulders from my height and from the distance, if i was closer it would've reached just below my chin. I know i can just make myself taller but i like tricking people.

I snapped out of this random thought and put on my favourite- and only- bathrobe, it was my favourite mostly because it was like those animal ones for kids but bigger, and attachments were sewn on to make it look like a duck! Plus it was really comfy.

I walked out of my bathroom after doing my hair, simply pushing it back with hair gel, to see Alastor still sitting and staring blankly in that chair. I was curious to what he was reading so I carefully crept towards him, his ears twitched as I got closer and he finally blinked when I had removed the book from his lap.

'Hm, Murder on the Orient express? Sounds like his type of book' I thought to myself as I read the title, maybe I should read this too..

"Sire..I do believe snooping is considered rude in most places..right?"

His sudden dialogue made me jump and drop the book I was holding, which he then got up to pick up off the ground. He stared at me with a distasteful glare and strained smile, but he quickly relaxed and handed me back his book.

"I've read this piece before so I don't necessarily need it. You seem interested in the literature I read so keep it, it's not my favourite anyway."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I stepped away to place this book down on my nightstand, "since when were you so nice to me?- first taking care of me, then sleeping in the same room as me to watch over me and now handing me your belongings? Who are you and what have you done with Mr period blood?"

Alastor just glared at me again, "Screw off. I'd recommend changing out of that childish attire as Charlie has an exercise planned for today and she wants everyone in the hotel to participate, you have two hours to meet downstairs."

He melted into the shadows to leave my room as I felt my face heat up with embarrassment, realizing I was still wearing this duck robe and he had seen me in it. For fucks sake, he was sure to tease me about it-

I quickly snapped on some new clean clothes and rushed downstairs, although I quickly stopped and slowed down as my hangover reminded me it was still there by making me feel dizzy. I reached the kitchen of the hotel and greeted Niffty who was taking care of stray bugs by stabbing them with a needle and I thanked her for her services.

"Next I'll find their children!" Was what she said before she cackled and scurried away. She was insanely weird but she can be sweet.

I decided to whip up some blueberry pancakes for myself to have for breakfast, I wanted to make chocolate chip but fruit always helped with hangovers for me. The fruity and sweet scent that came from the finished product was absolutely mouth watering and was making me impatient, but I cleaned up after myself in the kitchen before carrying my plate of pancakes and a bottle of blueberry syrup into the main area, setting myself down on a pretty large couch and drowning my pancakes with the syrup. I always liked my pancakes sweet.