Alastor and Rosie were like the parents you never had here in the wretched place called Hell. They were the only ones to actually care for you, even going so far as to taking you in as their own. You learned the ways of Cannibal Town, and ended up easily adapting to your surroundings, doing traditions yourself. Though Rosie and Alastor weren’t a couple, simply friends and platonic, they still acted like your parental figures.

Rosie was straightening out some problems in Cannibal Town, and Alastor was completing some errands with you before you both see Rosie approaching you two. She leans down and rushes the hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Alastor’s smile seemed to grow softer when he saw her, watching the both of you.

— “My, my! Are you having a growth spurt, dearie?” Rosie asked, a playful grin on her face as she booped your nose.