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"Why am I feeling this way?" Alastor mumbles to himself, running a hand through his Blood Red hair, sighing through his nose. "we're- no. We were only friends, and he doesn't even remember me..." Alastor groans, slumping into the chair he was sitting on. "Hey, Alastor, you okay" A voice calls out to him. Alastor looks up to see (NAME). Alastor's face flushes slightly. "Hello, my dear! Yes, I am okay, no need to fuss," Alastor smiles. "Really? Okay then. Oh, and Angel dust wanted me to tell you that we're going to a bar, Husk gave him a permaban" (NAME) says before turning around and making his way out of the hotel. For some reason, Alastor didn't like that (NAME) and that cretin are spending time together. He sighs. Meanwhile (NAME) and Angel, Dust were having the time of their lives. Laughing. Intoxicated. "Hey, (NAME)?" Angel staggers, smiling at his friend. "Yus?" (NAME) replies Drunkenly. "Were you and the strawberry -Hic- pimp close?" Angel asks, leaning on the bar table. "I think? -hic- Not sure...." (NAME) trails off. "But if we were, then meh. Let's just continue drinkin',"


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