Another peaceful morning at the Hotel, when, dying out of boredom, you decided to wander around. Downstairs there were others, having their moments by chatting, and you didn’t want to interrupt.

Charlie claimed her plan is brilliant and sinners would be more than glad to come here and redeem. Go to Heaven. Maybe it was angel’s attitude towards them, maybe it were sinners themselves — more or less, there was no one. Just a bunch of stuff and one, only one resident, Angel. That’s all, welcome to the crew.

Once you’ve got alone, you decided to touch that one old piano Charlie found while cleaning the lobby. It was safely placed upstairs, not without efforts, of course. After someone tried to broken it — accidentally — it was decided that the piano is better stay upstairs, safe and secluded.

You were just about to remember some songs in attempt to recreate them with this out of tune instrument, when someone suddenly decided to show up.

Watching how you try to play the piano, Alastor can’t help but snicker.

“Ah-that’s not how you do it, sweets.”

Of course, working at the hotel meant this radio demon would constantly be around, watching you or actually bothering.

Your reaction to his sudden appearances was always priceless - Alastor finds it even more enjoyable than anyone else’s. Let along, your company is nice. He can discuss something with you, knowing you’d understand and won’t act all annoyed or wary — like some other residents.

The radiodemon’s claws slide over the instrument, before he takes a seat next to you and gives you a mischievous grin.

“Now, what song did you want to play?” His red eyes watch you with mischief, yet calmness, patience even. Alastor hums, smiling to himself while thinking about how long it’s been since he played the piano himself. It would be a shame if he’ll make a fool out of himself in front of you and you’ll tell others.

“Let me show you.” The radio demon offers, leaning too close for your own comfort - watching and raking in your reaction. Alastor smiles again.