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DRUNKEN STUPOR
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Y/N POV
You lay on your comfy bed staring blankly at the ceiling, it's been a week since you stayed at the hotel, you talked to Charlie about becoming a staff instead of a guest since you're thinking that it's simply a shit load of crap when you talk about redemption for yourself. Of course she got a bit disappointed at that and you were teeny-tiny bit guilty so you cooked curry at that time.
In which almost sparked a war on the table.
Obviously you didn't believe that redemption would work on you either. So now, you became the receptionist of the Hotel.
You also noticed that Alastor took a liking in provoking you every single damn day! You would fight each other even for the smallest things and you felt like he was making things more complicated than it really was.
and recently he didn't seem to know what personal space is!
If he wants to to reason at least he has to reason with appropriate distance!
Your trillions of nerves nearly couldn't handle him and he managed to pole dance in every one of them!
You sighed and had no choice but to get out of bed and grabbed a robe to cover yourself with, you stepped into the Hotel's hallways and found yourself on the balcony. The chilly air hit your face and this refreshed you of your thoughts a little.
You didn't hesitate to summon a comfy chair and curled yourself comfortably, silently watching the never-changing red sky with a giant pentagram plastered on it.
You can't help but be amused when you actually thought you were content with a peaceful life like this. It's impossible..
"Someone's a night owl~"
you flinched in surprise and turned towards that seemingly hypnotic radio-static.
"Can you atleast not try to kill me in fright?" You snapped back and further buried yourself in the comfy chair.
"Pretty hot-headed." he commented and you turned to look at him with a practiced smile.
"So you think I'm pretty? Thank you." Your smile widened and you held back your amusement seeing his pause.
"Indeed you are, Darling~" He cooed in a teasing voice and snapped his fingers and summoned a chair to sit beside you. Great.
You chose not to reply but simply stared at the red sky with a blank look.
"What got a pretty little thing like you up?" He said resting his chin on both of his hands that was placed on tip of his cane.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
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