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It just wasn't fair. You couldn't help that you were weak, or easy to pick on. It wasn't fair that he made it look so easy. You hated it, but also adored it. Any attention he gave you was honestly worth it. Even if it meant rubbing you in all the wrong ways. Even now, as he sat across the table from you.
This wasn't anything new, You and Alastor having lunch together. Like always he picked at whatever food was around, but you found yourself enjoying the meal before you. He always stared at you while you ate. You didn't know why or what was so intriguing about it.
"Stop it." You said while covering your mouth, "You're staring."
He chuckled and leaned back a little, "What else would you have me look at? The sky? It's dreadfully red and boring and filled with doom. Oh, but this cafe we're at? No, no. It's rude to stare at strangers and people aren't fond of my stare. But you, (Y/N)? You like it when I stare." He gave you a sly tooth grin and peered at you some more.
You huffed and turned your head away from him, choosing to look anywhere but him, "But you're watching me eat. It's weird. You're weird. This totally weird."
Alastor gave a half eye roll and chuckled, "Fine." But he snapped his finger and low fog filled the spaces around the both of you, trapping you both in a fog that perfectly encased just your table, "Oh but now I have to stare at you. What else is there to look at but you, my dear?"
You felt your cheeks begin to burn but you held tight to your frown. He thought he was clever but you weren't just another run-of-the-mill demon. You gave a wave of your hand and the foggy smoke cleared and once again you could see the world around you, "Please, Alastor," You still couldn't look at him, "People are going to get the wrong idea. You're the Radio Demon you eat people for a living."
This is when he leaned closer, over the table and leaning on his arms. He looked at you with an unfazed grin, "What are you going to do? Stop me? I'm the Radio Demon..." He leaned closer and invaded your personal space, "I eat people for a living." His eyes were dark and filled with a joy unmatched by anything else he's ever felt. His grin was menacing but it still gave you chills. You're surprised and nervous face matched well with your large eyes. The blush went so well with your cheeks as it dusted over your nose. Alastor dared to lean just a little closer, "I could just eat you up."
"No!" You threw your hands over your face and backed away, "Stop it you hate people! You hate people in your personal space and you are in mine!" But his laughter only casted over your words as he howled out in pure joy. People were staring which made it even worse.
"Oh! That never gets old, my dear! Haha!" He sat back in his chair once again and left you frazzled and upset, though not really upset. You'd never tell him this, mostly because he already knew, but deep down inside behind that red face and nervous posture, you really did like it.