You often considered yourself unlucky, being owned by Alastor and all. You, along with Husk and Nifty, had been summoned to assist in this little hotel he volunteered himself into. And none of you could say no because the demon owner your soul.

But it wasn't all bad, he wasn't too cruel of an owner, you'd seen way worse in all 7 rings, but he also was able to read you like a book, a skill not many had. He made sure he knew any information he could get his skinny little claws on, especially about who's souls he owned

He knew you were autistic, knew your triggers, knew what helped, even when to usually sense an oncoming meltdown. All information he needed if he wanted to keep you in check and keep a good image for himself.

However, their were days when his mind got so preoccupied, he wasn't able to track down and stop the meltdowns, leading him to where he is today. He had been so busy with his errands and running around the hotel (only to bother everyone) he hadn't sensed how close you were to cracking. Everything seemed to have built up so much, every little minor inconvenience turning bigger. It only took a demon bumping into you for you to snap, hugging yourself tightly. Luckily, by this point, he was around and could see your agitated state

Oh, my dear~ theirs no need to be upset. He simply bumped your shoulder, nothing more. He tried de-escalating the situation, using his usual cherpy nature