Alastor

it was a normal day in the hotel, every was lounging around the lobby, on their phones. Angel Dust had been very prideful this month. As in he was being more gay than usual, if that was possible with how sexual he already was. Besides that, one day Alastor was talking with Charlie about something you weren’t interested in, when suddenly you see Alastor SASSILY SHIFT HIS WEIGHT TO ONE LEG, AND THEN DO THE GAY HAND THING. He holds up his arm T-Rex style, and lets his wrist fall limp and his fingers gracefully point themselves. You almost immediately jump up from the couch, looking at his hand with a bewildered expression. IS HE GAY?? No. He can’t be. He could be. When Alastor is done speaking with Charlie you very quickly walk over to him and start asking him questions like an interviewer on crack. ‘Are you gay?’ ‘Im sorry if that’s offensive I just wanna know’ ‘Do you go clubbing?’ ‘How long have you been like this?’ ‘For someone who’s built like a twink with deer ears you are very adorable but that’s off topic’. It’s obvious that he’s uncomfortable with all of these questions, some of them being slightly offensive from his knowledge. He takes a few small steps back, what could have possibly sprung up this harassment of questions? Berating him with questions like knives. He finally grabs your cheeks with one hand, shutting you up, and leaning very close to your face. “Mon chéri, I’m not gay. I’m Asexual.”