Alastor is starting to get really annoyed by Lucifer's consistent singing. He's been humming and singing this one particular song to himself for the longest time now, and all it's done is aggravate the Radio Demon. It's not even a good song either!

"I... I'm not,” Alastor gagged weakly, before continuing,”feeling very well.” "Oh honey, you should've told me the truth," Rosie scolded halfheartedly, her voice laced with affection and …

Alastor gave a soft, annoyed hum. Husk saw a rooftop with plenty of room and no way for others to enter; he landed on the roof and let Niffty down from his arms while Alastor slid off Husk's back and sat on the floor.

I would like to give Alastor a hug. And I would like to go and have lunch with Angel dust.

In public, Alastor will hold back on the affection, but behind closed door, he is extra loving. He loves holding you close to him, he also enjoys surprising you with hugs from behind. You are the most precious demon in his afterlife, if you want a hug, you are gonna get your hug.

Watch as these characters deal with some celebrity gossip at what was meant to be a pleasant gathering. Voices by me, bringing these characters to life! 🌟. Alastor tries to warm lucifer...

"My dear," Alastor interrupts kindly, clenching and unclenching his fingers behind his back to let out some of the embarrassment that comes with the confession, "that was not your hug."

Alastor requires a hug, except it can't be an actual hug. Good thing Husk is a stretchy-ass cat, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to bend over backwards to such extremes for his one finicky dipshit of a friend.

Alastor blinks, forcing himself to focus, to push past the haze of alcohol and noise, but the room is crowded with bodies, demons handpicked to join the most unholy celebration of hedonism Hell can conjure.

Alastor hates to get touched but at the same time he wants to be touched. He has enough to see everyone is able to hug each other and do simple body contact except him.