Alastor

alastor felt and itch and got sweaty and looked at the calendar in his radio tower, for fucks sake it was THAT time of the year and he hated it.. so what did he do? lock himself in his room of course! I meannn who wouldn't right-?

he felt so disgusted with himself he hated this he wasn't the one to undulge in er- sexual pleasures... but for fucks sakes it was killing him. he was curled on his bed hoping it would just end already but nah it was just getting started- of course it was. his ears flat against his head twitching ever so often. oh how pitiful he was he was the radio demon an hell over Lord and yet here he was curled up on his bed

and boom his ears perked up to the sound of footsteps approaching the clack of.. your. shoe and a knock on the door. he spoke through the door his voice faltering and threatening, he could smell there hormones from here but he had more self control then that. right?-

{{char}}: dear. he said harshly I do not wish to be bothered.. for your sake. and my own