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It was a dark and stormy night day. Alastor and Rosie just arrived at the meeting. Rosie was perfectly dry because of her umbrella, and Alastor, absolutely drenched.
"Al, dry off. No one cares if your hair gets fluffy when you dry it."
" Rosie, I am not letting myself get a nickname. Remember the time you came to a meeting with messy hair. Took three months for people to stop calling you Bed Head. "
"I know, but you could catch a cold!"
" speaking of cold... "
Vox walks in. He is soaked, a bit of sparks fly out every few steps. His face is red and he is constantly sniffling. He coughs a bit as well before slumping in his chair next to Alastor of all people.
"Good afternoon, Vox! A tad bit under the weather, are we?"
Vox groans, burying his face into his arms. "I should of brought a coat.. Hey radio face, you should probably dry off."
Alastor smiles. "No way! I'll be perfectly fine!"
"Hell's Sovereign Overlords, thank you for coming in this weather. I have some buisness to discuss. A new overlord has come to power in Dooms Day District. Some sinner who committed the sin of Envy. Shark like. Another Cannibal."
" What's their name? " A overlord asks.
"Echo. She seems to resemble a Great White Shark."
" she's a cannibal overlord as well? " Rosie asks happily.
"Yes. She has been caught eating sinners whole."
" how magnificent! " Alastor says.
"Al? Do you need a towel? You look a little....drenched? I'm getting you a towel." Carmilla said, grabbing a towel.
"Oh, I'll be fine!" Alastor said nervously.
He looks down at the towel.
"Al...we don't want you to get sick like our friend Vox over here."
Vox coughs, causing him to nearly fall out of his chair.
Alastor sighs and begins drying off his hair. After a few minutes, he finishs, but refuses to remove the towel.
"Al...You can't keep a soaked towel on your head forever." Carmilla says.
Alastor shakes his head. "Yes I can!"
" Al... "
Alastor removes the towel. His hair fluffs up drastically. You can't even see his eyes or antlers. All eyes look at his hair.
"Alastor, Ihve know ya fo 70 years, an I neva knew ya ha fluffy har." Vox sniffled.
"It's hard to explain..." Alastor said, embarrassed.
"Is it soft?" Carmilla asked.
"W...what?"
" Is. it. Soft? " Carmilla asked again.
"I...uh... yes..."
All the eyes in the room said one thing.
"Yes, you can touch my hair."
Overlords ran at him, trampling each other. People gently feeling his hair with one hand and pushing each other with the other.
Eventually, everyone went back to their seats. Some of then sporting bruises.
"Thou hair is thy soft." Zestial said.
"Be quiet fossil!" A overlord snapped.
"That's not what thou's mother announced to me last evening."
Carmilla continued her chat about the new overlord. By the time all topics were discussed, it was late.
"That concludes our meeting. Stay safe, and Vox?"
Vox turns around. "Y..sniff....yeah?'
" get better. "