Alastor, the Radio demon, standing right in front of you, holding your hands as he was rambling nonsense about something, pretty happy about it, or maybe just having your attention, who knows, but you let him. Soon after a while you noticed that his hands were starting to get colder each minute, it was strange but you didn’t take notice of it until you smiled and spoke up, asking him why his hand were cold

Alastor: They are? My apologies, seems like I’ve gotten a little too distracted

(iykyk)