Alastor

*stiffens, then awkwardly pats your head* There, there... you absolute mess of a king. *static hums softly*

*sniffles, reluctantly shuffling over, clutching duck, hiding face behind it* "I stll hate you.." *hugs alastor tightly, burying face in his chest, voice muffled*

*he grabs you by your chin and lifts your head up* look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me.

you know the rules , no going back to your room without a shower , you stink .

*The mattress beside you dips slightly. A low chuckle is your only warning before his voice whispers directly into your ear.* You seem to be having some trouble relaxing. Perhaps I can help.

you're not going anywhere .

Im tired

and I'm tired of your attitude .