The stillness of the night, the pure stillness. The stars gleam in the cloudless night, while the moon shines brightly against the backdrop of the cold summer night. It's an unusually cold summer night, as the weather in this region has been unusually cold recently. While most people would find this the perfect night to curl up with hot cocoa, reflecting on the day and wishing for the real summer to come along, Alastor is not most people. Even on this cold night he stays strict to his training, meditating on the highest spire, on the rooftop of this creepy castle carefully balancing himself on one barefoot while the cold wind whips against his hair, tail and wings. One would think that given the coldness Alastor would be wearing something nice and warm, but not Alastor, he's simply wearing a tracksuit bottoms and his stylish scarf, wrapped around his neck once and the edges flapping in the wind.
He's so focused that he doesn't notice the strange person fumbling with keys at the front door. Then again, Alastor is so high up on the roof top and so focused it's possible he wouldn't even notice if the heavens opened and drenched him in cold thick rain.
Time seems to flow differently for Alastor when he is mediating like this. Hours seem to slip away in the blink of eye. His face full of concentration, its almost as if he is sleeping upright but no one could sleep like that, not even a demon. Without warning Alastor's eyes open wide. He stretches his wings wide and like a cat leaps off the spire and clears the roof. In a strange way Alastor seems happy with falling towards the ground at breakneck speeds, at the seemingly last moment he opens his wings wide once more, filling them with air and rapidly breaking his fall. He lands on the ground on his right foot ever so gracefully, followed by his left before stretching. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key with a purple octopus keychain on the end and opens the huge front door.
Closing the door behind him and listening for the lock to click Alastor senses something is different about the huge hallway or perhaps he spent too much time meditating this time and his eyes are playing tricks on him. No something is different alright, and then he hears a clang coming from the kitchen. Racing towards the kitchen Alastor summons his blade to his right hand, whoever decided to break in is in for a world of pain. Alastor smiles to himself, he hasn't had the chance the beat someone up in a very LONG time.
Alastor slides through the open kitchen door itching for a fight, however the scene is certainly not when he expected.
"Joe? is that...DAMN IT JOE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"Looking for the cheeseburgers dude", calmly states Joe, his head buried in a cupboard, "what's it look like I'm doing?"
"-DESTROYING MY KITCHEN!," Alastor twitches angrily, his tail smacking the table leg. Alastor commands his blade back the the demon plane, he can teach Joe a lesson with his fists this time.
"Hey what's this?" Joe emerges from to the cupboard holding a wok proudly and plonking it on top of his backwards baseball cap, "why are you keeping such a sweet hat in here?"
Alastor just can't contain his rage any longer, and grabs Joe by the shirt slamming him flat against the wall, the wok loudly banging against the tiled floor. Alastor takes a deep calming breath, this is his house and he is a mature adult after all, now facing Joe, Alastor asks once again in a calmer tone
"Joe, what are you doing here?"
Dude being pinned to a wall by my freaky host-"
Alastor releases Joe from his clawed grip, and Joe continues as he adjusts his t-shirt
"-how could you have forgotten YOU invited me for intense training Dude?"
Alastor squints "but that's in a few days time?"
Joe scratches his head "you sure Dude? Pretty sure you said this today, I got all my stuff ready and all".
Joe motions to the small bag slumped in the corner, it's so tiny it seems like it can only hold about two days worth of clothing.
"Joe, you do realise it was a week's long training...and that bag is tiny..."
"Yeah Dude, I only need the essentials...you know", Joe pulls a red shirt exactly like the blue HMD one he is wearing out of the bag "wash one, wear one!"
"Joe you are such a slob, you know that?"
Joe grins "you know THAT'S exactly what Silvia says"
Alastor sighs, it might have been a year since he last met him, but Joe hasn't changed one bit. Joe fumbles in his bag and produces a small wrapped package wrapped in paper with tiny bats and stuck together with what seems like rolls of sticky tape and shoves it in Alastor's hands
"Silvia said this is for you"
Alastor blinks in confusion "why?"
Joe zips up his bag and Alastor attempts to unwrap the package "she said you'd like it, dunno must be a girl thing...where's my cheeseburgers?"
"I still don't have any tonight" Alastor is still ripping at the package and is getting his claws stuck on the tape.
"WHAT DUUUUUUUUUUUDE I'M GONNA STARVE" Joe flops on the floor on his belly
"Well you should have come on the right day" Alastor has managed to get at least some of the paper off and loose bits are now sticking to his scarf.
"But I'm here nooooooow"
"Well I've got rice"
"Cheeseburger flavoured?
"Rice flavoured"
Joe sighs his face flat on the floor, "I'm gonna die here"
"Well you're gumma haveta po ou wit it" Alastor attempts to open the package with his teeth, his sharp fangs ripping into the paper. Joe now rises and sits cross legged on the floor and watches patiently as Alastor finally rips the final piece of wrapping paper.
"Dude what is that?"
Joe cocks his head to one side as Alastor unfolds the black fluffy item. He holds it out and two pieces flop down, he puts his clawed hand in the large part and puffs it out where two floppy wings pop out the top
"It's a bat hat with floppy arms?" answers a very puzzled demon, "I want to see what it looks like, Joe stay still" he plonks it on Joe's head.
"Dude you're messing up my hair!"
"Shuddap Joe"
Alastor twists and turns the bat hat and fondles with it. Once he's happy with knowing what it looks like he takes it off Joe's head, accidentally removing Joe's cap in the process.
"Hey!"
Joe grabs his cap at a speed faster than his speediest Mach Speed and sets it back on his floppy flame red hair
"It's cute, please send my thanks to Silvia" Alastor hangs the bat hat on a hook on the wall and unhooks a small apron with a bat design and wraps it around his waist, "now didn't you say you were hungry?"
"Oh cheeseburgers?"
"Still no cheeseburgers Joe, it's still rice tonight"
"I'm gonnnnnnna starve" Joe moans as he lies face down on the floor again.
Despite Joe's protests, he happily wolfs down every grain of rice, Alastor has never seen anyone eat like that before, seeing someone tip a bowl of rice into his mouth is a new one on him. Once his belly is full Alastor sends Joe off to bed, pointing to the direction of the bedrooms. He protests slightly but still grabs his bag, and heads off in the direction the demon points him in.
Later on with the kitchen all tidied, Alastor shuffles towards his bedroom. Rubbing his eyes and sighing deeply he realises it's going to be one heck of a long week. He simply kicks the door open while yawning.
Joe is sprawled across the bed on his back, wearing only his boxers and oddly enough still wearing his hat while snoring quietly. Although he looks kind cute sleeping so peacefully, Alastor isn't happy with his house guest taking over HIS room. Alastor climbs onto the bed and kneels next to Joe's head and leaning towards Joe's ear speaks to him in an irritated tone
"Joe...Get...Up"
Much to Alastor's surprise Joe actually replies, but his speech his slightly slurred, "but I don't wanna get up..."
"Joe, don't MAKE me have to-"
Joe suddenly rolls over in his sleep and wraps his arms around Alastor, grabbing the demon like a small child grabs a kitten and pinning him down with his back on the bed.
"JOE LET GO OF ME",
Alastor squirms trying to get free, but damn Joe's got one strong grip
"...Silvia..."
"I'M NOT BLOODLY SILVIA, JOE!"
Alastor continues to squirm, but Joe just continues to cuddle him tighter
"JOE, JOE,-"
Joe snores loudly and Alastor realises he's stuck with this dork cuddling him and sleeping on his chest. Yeah, Alastor sighs to himself, it's going to be a LONG week.