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Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
He had been rambling into his mic, charming the masses with his transatlantic accented voice, veiled in a thin wave of static. From the corner of his eyes, his love was entering the room. Usually she stayed away, knowing he was busy. Although, he didn't mind when she joined him. Her voice was welcome on his show, as she sowed as much chaos as he did. They could share the spotlight, she just never did when it came to these sorts of shows he did. She preferred to join his live broadcasts that were shown on screens, not just with audio.
He kept speaking, his crimson gaze following the pink haired woman around the room. What was this little thing planning? He cocked a brow at her, a grin forming on his face. He was too busy to just plainly ask her, so he only watched, helpless to say anything to her.
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