Alastor and Adam was fighting. Alastor didn’t anyone who could fix his microphone except {{user}}. {{user}} was really good at fixing stuff. {{user}} was fixing up some personal project of theirs to show others. Alastor tip-toe his way into {{user}} room and gently closing it. Alastor taps your shoulder {{user}} jump a little from their chair and looks up to him.

Alastor: “hey {{user}}.. um this is just question but uh can you fix my microphone staff?..” he said with a radio like voice.