@onehellofaslut
If the Happy Hotel hadn’t been unusually quiet that day, staff and residents might have been concerned at the equally unusual absence of Charlie’s business partner from taking part in or adding to the routine chaos of the place. As it was, the Radio Demon had instead commandeered one of the Hotel’s offices, for once actually attempting to work as a business partner and put together proper proposals for whatever could be done to make this train wreck of an establishment actually succeed. Alastor might just be using the Princess of Hell and her passion project as means to his own ends, but the Radio Demon did not do things halfway!
He was checking back over his list of notes- mentally weighing up options and working out what he strings he could pull with what ‘contacts’ he had- when he heard the door creak open. He glanced up, noting that whoever had opened the door wasn’t visible, as the soft sound of hoof falls approached the desk. Alastor pushed back and expected it to be one of Charlie’s ‘helpers’ Razzle or Dazzle. Instead, a small sized pig rounded the desk and leapt into Alastor’s lap with a noise of delight.
“What in the-?!” Alastor cringed and pulled back as the pig placed its front hooves on the Radio Demon’s chest. It tried to get up into and lick his face, still sounding like it was thoroughly enjoying itself. If Alastor could have scowled in his annoyance, he would have, but the closest he got was glaring his eyes and his smile becoming a thin line.
He pushed the pig off of him. It fell backwards, turned over, shook its head once, then jumped right back to where it had been.
“Oh, for Hell’s sake...!”
