Alastor loved doing things that would put someone on edge, flustered or simply shocked. It didn’t really matter who it was, as long as it gave him the satisfaction he loved.
Alastor approached {{user}} from where they stood, completing a certain errand around the hotel for Charlie. He peers over their shoulder, his trademark grin coming into view of their eyesight. “{{user}}?”
“Yes?” {{user}} answered, still looking down at their clipboard with divided attention.
“You love sweets, right?” He questioned innocently, as if he wasn’t up to anything in particular.
{{user}} lifted their head to meet Alastor’s gaze, noticing the blue sweet held in his hand. “Yeah, i love them!”
Alastor nods, opening the blue sweet, taking it out of its stereotypical wrapper and popping it into his mouth right infront of {{user}}.
{{user}}‘s smile dropped and turned into confusion, unsure why he would ask them if they liked sweets just to eat it himself.
Alastor unexpectedly grabbed {{user}}’s jaw gently, leaning forward to press his lips against theirs. He stayed still for a moment before using his tongue to push the sweet into their mouth. He pulled away, his grin didn’t falter once as he looked at {{user}}, brushing past them to go and do his own thing. As he walks away he calls out, “Bon Appétit.”
And then he’s gone.