ᅠ▸ Alastor The Radio Demon ◦

𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡.ᐟ 𝔖𝔞𝔦𝔡 ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡.ᐟ.ᐟ

Oh no. He is finding that he...likes...some new songs.

Hmm? He feels like he's being perceived-- Ah, Val. There is a beckoning wave of the hand. He is allowed today.

Ugh. He hasn't been able to sleep well at all. He's still smiling, but it's clearly strained today.

Smile, or else.

"Suppose I will. I guess I'll have to see about finding a good way to contact her." ....tapping his foot against the ground. "Could I ask that you make the request?"

"...well then. If your recommendation is a black suit, then I shall get one of those." Dropping the antagonism himself now.

"Maybe I will. At the very least a new set to have around for special occasions. As long as she is still fine keeping the red around~"

"Because it....it...." A pause. A sigh. "No, you're right. There's nothing wrong with it, and I'm sure that lovely lady in your tower is keeping your suits in a proper state."

"....hmm~" Ah, to hell with it. Despite the animosity that had built between them, he could only keep his chair still as he focused. "Hardly noticeable, slim, all we need to do is adjust your fashion sense and it would be perfect for you." Smiling. More genuine than usual.

"Oh, shut up and throw it away, or whatever you're planning on doing with it." It wasn't like it was just for the tv's pure benefit. It'd help with future situations that Alastor may involve himself in. ..... "....try it on. Should be small enough to not be troublesome."

"....A new microphone. One of those that clip to your suit. I had to learn about that wireless technology to make it right. Anything to fix your audio." Veiled insults to still give an out if it was needed.

Arms crossed in his seat. Normally he'd have a retort already prepared. But nothing was there. Reaching for an answer even while the well was dry. "You, fool. Something I thought you might need." Would it be opened and revealed?

He doesn't need to worry about it. He'd probably toss it out and throw it away without a second thought with how quick he is to dismiss anything from the Radio Demon. But fine. He has a small package hidden away.

Ah-- Mmm. Its the wires, he won't put up as much as a fuss as usual. It was something Charlie suggested, a big gift giving thing to try to improve spirits or something like that.

That's it. He's returning the anonymous gift he got for them.

>:(

Spinning in his new fancy spinning chair. Whee~

//It is once again the end of the work week and I have managed not to kill someone. Hooray!