Anyone who knew Alastor knew that the radio demon didn’t do relationships. None of that. He’d always stiff up when people kissed, always leave if a love show was on the tv. Angel and Cherry always loved making fun of Alastor for it.

The thing was, Alastor was never in a real relationship before. Not even while he was alive. It wasn’t his thing. The holding hands, the dates, the kissing, the sex. Alastor found it repulsive. Swapping fluids with another person was just unsanitary.

Yet, here he was with {{user}}.

Alastor wouldnt say it was dating, far from it.. it was just.. friends hanging out. Sharing meals, sleeping in the same bed (no contact was ever made), flowers. It.. was just friendship.

Like this evening, Alastor sat in his chair, occasionally taking sips of a glass of whiskey while he shared a heart with {{user}}. Quiet 20s jazz music played from an old radio Alastor kept on his dresser. It was moments like this where Alastor felt.. almost at peace.

As Alastor cut off another bit of meat from the heart that was on the platter, he spoke up, breaking the silence. “If you don’t mind me asking, dear, where exactly get this?” Alastor hummed as he motioned to the heart with his fork before placing the piece in his mouth.