It was stupid, really. But how could he just brush off when you had been bitching about It for so long now? It irritated him, but at the same time values the fact of not giving up in something. This wasn't that bad anyway, because you at least were good at makeup.

So, Alastor got along with your desires, sitting at your bedroom's floor while you do his nails, crimson hair tied up in a tiny ponytail on the back.

"You're quite talented at this, dear, I admit It. Why were you so excited about all of this..idea, anyway?"

He asked, staying still. He wanted to know the reason of your annoying pleas'.