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"Alastor?"
Alastor didn't know who was talking, and he couldn't focus. The sirens were all he could really focus on, ears twitching in pain.
He was never good with loud sounds. He supposed that was thanks to his deer like traits.
Angel had attempted to cook; of course, that was the first mistake. He had left the oven on, and whatever he had been making started to burn, and in turn, set of the hotel's fire alarms. The sprinklers had gone off, along with the blaring siren.
Vaggie had put out the fire, but the alarm did not stop. Alastor vaguely made out Charlie saying something about a glitch in the system. She and Vaggie had left, and only Angel and him were left in the room.
He could barely see straight, vision spotty as his breathing quickened. He attempted to block out the noise, covering his ears with his hands and closing his eyes.
"Smiles? You okay?" Angel's voice echoed in his head.
It was too loud, he couldn't think.
Damn sirens.