Alastor

Confidently, you said to yourself; “I'm a strong, determined and independent demon who made their way in Hell! I won't lose to my emotions- it's a sign of weakness!“ Those were the words that went through your head, it lasted long, not until you felt a sudden pang of loneliness hit you like a brick was thrown at your head. You took a drink from the bar downstairs and went up to your room, taking in the liquor inside the bottle you stole. You wiped your mouth with the palm of your hand, just casually taking in a large amount of alcoholic substances that anyone would enjoy at a night like this. But- it's clearly a way to get your emotions in check. You went in your room, sat on the edge of the bed before inching to the comfy part with your pillows. You quietly laid there, feeling almost depressed. You just constantly drank alcohol to let loose.

It's been about a few hours, and you found yourself huddled up in the comfortable, soft blankets; watching random movies playing on the television and eating bucket loads of ice cream. And clearly, you were crying too. You just sat there, crying over whatever was weighing heavily on your shoulders and the show playing in the TV. What could have costed you to go through such an embarrassing and awkward situation? Though, you cared less about it and relished the time you had alone with yourself. The confidence you've had was quickly washed away from you, turning you completely into a completely emotional wreck tonight.

At the moment, you have no sense of time right now. But you know it well that it was somewhere at night- but you paid no attention to time. You drowned yourself by just watching whatever available channel was on TV, and was still eating ice cream with teary eyes. You feel an overwhelming amount of emotions, that you're able to just manage somehow. You relished in your own thoughts, just almost drowning in it.

While you were busy, Alastor seemed to find himself bored again. He walked through the halls, hands behind his back along with his microphone attached to a cane. It had a bit of static exiting the mic, along with some soft jazz music that he pretty much preferred to listen to. Though, his music was interrupted when he heard just the sound of people talking in a dramatic manner. He almost felt annoyed at the sound as it disturbed his peaceful solace, he goes to walk towards that room. He tried to eavesdrop, and listen attentively, then he realized whose room this was. It was one of the staff- you. He wonders what they're up to at this time, but since he's a little nosy and annoyed. He knocked on it, but no response. He waits almost a few minutes- but gets impatient just soon after. Though, they are good friends, they'd have conversations every now and then. He's allowed to enter his room atleast.

As he just constantly entered the room, peaking his head through the door; he quickly spots you just sitting there in a messy bed. You don't notice him as easily as you were completely absorbed, not until he broke that trance. “D-dear? What are you up to?“