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Alastor hummed softly to himself as he walked down the stairs to the first floor of his apartment building, ear buds on full blast as he listened to kesha. The elevator was broken but he didn't mind walking, he needed the exercise. He held the full trash bag away from himself, hoping it didn't end up catching any corners while he made his descent. He made his way outside and out to the back of the building as he danced to the beat. He threw the heavy bag into the dumpster before yelping loudly when the lid hit him on the head, knocking one of his earbuds out of his ear. He watched in horror as it rolled off the sidewalk and into an adjacent storm drain. "Oh for fucks sake!" He cursed to himself, scrambling to peek into the drain, hoping to locate the small object. He used his phone's flashlight to locate it before blindly shoving his hand into the drain, fingers barely making contact.
Waylon put an atrocious amount of garbage into a bag he found that was less ripped than the rest. If i'm going to be staying here for a while i may as well clean up, he supposed. He glanced down as something small fell into his new abode, freezing when a light shined on him and a hand came reaching blindly into the drain. Waylon grabbed the tiny object, hearing music blast from it. He tilted his head, losing an ear bud in a drain? Now that is unfortunate. Hesitantly he called out, "You missin' an ear bud?" To whoever's hand intruded into his home. Alastor gasped loudly and looked around, hand retreating from the drain as he looked for the source of the voice. He could have sworn he was alone. "Who's there?" He asked in alarm. Waylon should've expected he'd scare the poor fellow, but he didn't know which was weirder: A voice coming from the sewer, or an ear bud flying out a drain. "Um, my- My name is Waylon?" He didn't know why he said it like a question, he didn't know why he answered at all.
Alastor quickly looked down at the drain he just had his hand in, finding a pair of green reptilian eyes staring back at him. He screamed loudly, throwing himself away from the other man out of sheer terror. He was thankful that not many cars went down the road he was practically laying in the middle of as he put a hand over his heart, heartbeat stuck in his throat. Waylon jumped back, startled by the loud scream. He was used to that sort of reaction to the sight of him, it still startled him every time, though. Hesitantly he got closer to the drain again. "Are- Are you okay?" He asked, closing his eyes with a look of disappointment over his own question. You probably scared them half to death, what do you think? He scolded himself. Alastor layed all the way back on the pavement, scrubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. "What do you think? I just felt like I was in the movie IT just now!" He snarked back, terror receding. "How would you feel if you saw a pair of eyes staring at you from the darkness?" He asked, lifting his head back up to look Waylon in the eyes.
It took Waylon a moment to get the reference, but he got it and felt a bit guilty for frightening him like that. Especially considering what clowns are like in this city. Those green eyes stared up at Alastor, "Pardon," He apologized, accent thick like molasses as he did do, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Waylon glanced at the small item in his hand, still blasting music. "Did you lose an ear bud?" Alastor sat up and slowly crawled back over to where he was, eyes never leaving his as he regarded him with curiosity. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for grabbing it for me." He mumbled, feeling embarrassed at his own behavior. The guy was just giving him his ear bud back and he had to go and make the guy feel uncomfortable. "Sorry for screaming like that." "Nah, it's alright. I'm the one who scared you!" A big, green and scaly, clawed hand appeared from the drain and set the ear bud down safely before retreating back into the comfort of the shadows.
"I ain't ever heard no music like that before, Who's it by?" Waylon wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get a response, he wouldn't hold it against whoever it was above his home if they decided to get the hell out of there now that they have what they wanted. Alastor blinked at the hand that came out of the drain and grabbed his ear bud, setting it and its twin back in the holder he had in his pocket. Apparently people were right when they said there were crocodiles in the sewers. He perked up at the question and sat down in front of the drain, crossing his legs with a grin as he looked down at Waylon. "It's by Kesha, she's one of my favorites."
Waylon hummed, "Kesha...Her music sounds nice, from the little i heard." He always enjoyed having music to check out, it kept him busy when he needed to do something. "Your favorite song by her?" *He asked, now curious, considering the person hadn't run off yet. "My favorite is actually one of her older songs, it's called 'We r who we r'." He replied happily. "I was 19 when it came out and was in college at the time, every party I went to had that song playing." He reminisced with a soft smile. "She must be a popular mu- musici-" Waylon's voice trailed off for a second, he quickly replaced the unfamiliar word with one he knew better, "Singer. She's a popular singer, then?" He felt some embarrassment over his inability to speak with the ease Alastor, and most people in the city, did. "Pardon," Waylon apologized again, "I'm not well versed in..." Music? English? "Most things." He chuckled.
He noticed his accent and the way he spoke and smiled. "c'est d'accord, no harm done." He replied. Waylon smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "You speak French?" He asked, happy to possibly have someone understand him better than most. "Je ne suis pas très doué mais j'en sais assez." He replied, stumbling over a few words. "Très bien!" Waylon happily replied, "I know enough English that i'll be alright if you want to continue in English." He waved a hand, even if Alastor couldn't see it. "I just don't know all those big fancy words." Alastor giggled and leaned forward to get a better look at him. "That's fine, just wanted you to know that I can understand you if you want to say anything in French." He smiled. "I can help you out if you ever need assistance with the more complicated words." He offered.
Waylon nodded with a smile, he rarely had conversations this long with anyone, just being able to speak to another person felt good. "Merci," Almost on instinct he tried to hide more in the shadows when he noticed Alastor trying to see him better. He didn't exactly look...Friendly, and the last thing he'd want to do is scare him again. Alastor noticed this and looked at him with a determined expression. "I noticed you don't want to get out of there and I don't fancy having the cops called on me for talking to a storm drain. There anyway I can come down there and talk to you?" He asked boldly. That surprised Waylon, "Well, there- There's a manhole, on the sidewalk." There indeed was one, close to the dumpster, "I will warn you though, it ain't pretty down here...And neither am i."
Alastor looked down at his clothes, he was wearing a pair of sweat pants, a ratty old t shirt, and a pair of converse that's seen better days. "Eh, it's not like I've got anything on that I can't just throw away afterwards." He shrugged, standing up. He stretched his back for a moment, feeling it pop, and walked over to the manhole. He pulled the cover out of the way and slowly descended the ladder, it was hard to see in the dark but the moon provided enough light for him to safely get to the bottom. Once his feet touched concrete, he turned to look around, hoping to see his new friend. "It's not too bad down here, I mean the smell isn't horrible. Although I have to warn you, if I see a rat I'm running." He called out. In the darkness those same green piercing eyes stared at Alastor, the tall, large figure didn't move from the shadows. "There ain't no rats down here no more, don't worry." Waylon wouldn't mention it's because he ate all the rats, he thought that might be equally freaky.
"By the way, i don't think i caught your name." Alaator gasped softly at how tall his new friend was and took a step towards him. "It's Alastor. Alastor Sharpe." He replied, sticking a hand out for him to shake. "That's a nice name." Waylon hesitated for a moment, slowly taking Alastor's hand and shaking it carefully. Alastor's hand was tiny in Waylon's large, scaly one, Waylon couldn't help but notice how small he looked. But he supposed almost every one looked tiny compared to him. He shook his hand with a look of awe, this man was huge. Like, really big. "What's your name?" He asked after a few moments of stunned silence. "The names Waylon. Waylon Jones. Most people call me Croc, though." Waylon wasn't used to being stared at like that, typically people looked at him in horror, or disgust...Or both.
Alastor looked up at him with a big smile. "It's nice to meet you Waylon." He chirped, he had so many questions for this man. Waylon smiled back, his sharp teeth showing, "It's nice to meet you too, Alastor!" He moved, even if it was only a little, from the shadows. He blinked up at him and inspected his face, Waylon had stepped forward enough for him to get a good look at his features. "Interesting, are you a metahuman or was this some kind of freak accident?" He blurted out, slapping a hand to his mouth once he realized what he said. Waylon let out a chuckle, not offended by the question. It was a reasonable question, and having been part of a freak show he'd heard much worse. "Metahuman, with a skin condition. That's why i look all," He gestured to himself vaguely, "Scaly, and green." "Huh. Guess that makes sense, so I'm guessing you're more reptile than man or is it more like a half and half situation?" "I looked less rep- reptili-" Waylon looked down, running his hand over the bumps on his head resembling spikes. "I looked less like a giant lizard when i was younger. I slowly get more and more scaly as time goes on."
He shrugs, "I always had the tail, though." Waylon turned a little, twisting his body to show that he indeed had a crocodile-like tail. "Reptilian." Alastor patiently sounded out for him. He looked down at his friend's tail and bit his lip, he wanted to touch it so badly but felt that was probably bad manners. "That's so cool." He whispered in awe. "Reptilian," Waylon parroted, "Merci." He smiled, not used to being complimented, especially not on his appearance. "It hurts like a bitch when people step on it." Waylon's tail swayed a bit, "And i've had more than one person pull on it. I only ever stop when people do that because i don't want to start draggin' them along." He snorts, thinking of the time he hadn't even noticed someone holding onto his tail only to see them covered in dirt, laying on the ground. Alastor looked up to smile at him as he was thanked before he settled his eyes back on his tail, following the movement. "I'm sorry people have been less than stellar towards you."
"It's fine, i'm used to it." Waylon shrugs, "Strange and unknown things scare people, and i fit into both of those categories." He said categories slowly, not sure if he said the word right or used it correctly. Waylon noticed the way Alastor watched his tail, "Want to touch my tail?" He could guess that was what he was thinking, he wasn't the first or last person to want to. Alastor blushed at being caught and nodded his head, looking embarrassed. "As long as it's ok with you." He replied. "It's fine." Waylon waved a hand, turning a little more so Alastor could touch his tail. He reached out and ran his fingertips along the bumpy scales, it felt softer than he imagined. Like touching a leather bag but with more spikes. "Awesome~"
Waylon's tail swayed more at Alastor's comment, he couldn't help but feel flustered at the compliments he threw his way. He'd never expect anyone to think he was- As Alastor put it- Cool, or awesome. "Does that mean you're happy, Big guy?" He asked with a grin. Waylon felt his face get warm, embarrassed how easily his tail gave away how he felt. "Maybe." He drawled. Alastor chuckled and let his tail go. "Good to know I haven't annoyed you yet." He joked. Waylon chuckled, "Yet?" He raised a brow, or at least where an eyebrow would be, with a smile. He crossed his arms with a smirk. "Talk to me enough times and you'll see~" he teased.
That implied Alastor would want to talk to Waylon more, which was a pleasant surprise to him. Waylon sat down on the concrete below him, "Just try not to drop your ear buds, or anything else for that matter, down the drain as conversation starters." Alastor giggled and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well.... I guess I can try~" he grinned. Waylon looked up at him with a smile, tilting his head a little. Now that he could see Alastor better in the limited light there is he thought he might've seen him before. "You know, i think i've seen you before. But not here, or- Up there, i mean." He nodded towards the surface, where Alastor had been, and where he scarcely goes. Alastor looked down at him and tilted his head to the side. "You have?" "I think so. I can't remember where, though." Waylon hummed in thought, "On a TV, maybe? But, well, i only ever see TV's in windows from afar, so it could've been someone who looked sort of like you." Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up, after all he wasn't sure if it had been Alastor or not.
Alastor pulled out his phone and showed a picture of himself from before he grew out his hair more. In the picture he was wearing his usual outfit that wears when he's Music Meister. "Does this look familiar?" Waylon squinted at the screen, because of the sudden light and how blurry the photo was in his eyes. "Yeah!" He glanced up at Alastor, "Your hair is longer now." He observed. He ran his fingers through his hair self consciously and put his phone back in his pocket. "Yeah, I decided it looked better like this." He blushed. "It looks nice! i like it." Waylon said with a nod, he meant it. "What is it you do that has you ending up on TV? Are you a popular singer i haven't heard of, too?" Waylon joked. Alastor blushed at his words. Ever since his talk with Ivy, he's been self conscious about his hair. "Oh thank you." He smiled softly. He thought about Waylon's question before settling on the truth, he didn't want there to be any secrets between them. "I'm a metahuman too. I can mind control people with my voice, specifically by singing. My alias is Music Meister." He explained. "You probably say me fighting Batman on the TV."
Waylon couldn't help but laugh, "I was almost right! That's an interesting ability, and a good alias." He thought back to what he'd seen on that TV in the window for only a few minutes before people began crowding around it. "Batman," He hummed, "I fought him once, too." Alastor snapped his head towards him and grinned. "You did?! Did you you win? I bet you did, you certainly look a lot stronger than him." He rambled, tripping in the process and falling right into his lap. Waylon let out another laugh, failing to catch Alastor before he fell in fear he might hurt him worse than the fall might. "Yes. Yes, i won. I probably broke a couple of his ribs, but- But i didn't try to kill him." Alastor hit the ground hard, smacking his face yet again. Thankfully his nose didn't break. He rolled over onto his back, his nose bleeding slightly. "That bastard deserves broken ribs." He announced, face red in embarrassment. Waylon nods, holding a hand out to Alastor to help him up. "Haven't been on the surface since." The smell of blood filled Waylon's nose, despite it not being a lot it was strong to Waylon. "Are you okay?"
He took the hand gratefully, a little hurt that Waylon hesitated and didn't catch him. Maybe he just didn't like touching people all that much. Or maybe Alastor makes him feel uncomfortable, a little voice in the back of his mind supplied. "I'm fine, just hurts a bit is all." He smiled. "You sure? Your nose is bleeding." Waylon reached out, hesitantly wiping the blood from under his nose before quickly moving his hand back in worry he'd somehow make it worse just by touching Alastor's face. He smiled softly, now understanding the problem. "I'm fine big guy, the bleeding will stop soon." He reassured his new friend. Waylon nodded, "If you say so." He licked the blood off his finger, "You don't have to answer this but why do you do the things you do? You know, the crime and all that."
Alastor gave him a surpised look, both from the question and from Waylon licking his finger. "Well.... for me it's because I want to be remembered, I want people to see me and see someone confident and powerful, to cheer my name as I perform and beg for more, to see someone worth their adoration, I want this whole city, no, the world, to know my name and hear my voice. I want them all to be my adoring fans and give me the recognition i deserve~" he ranted, hugging his arms around himself as his eyes started to glow a soft lavender purple. "Then never again will they ever have a reason to hurt me." He ended the rant, a haunted look in his eyes. Waylon nodded along, he frowned slightly at the last words of the rant. "I understand. You want to be loved, and for people to appre- appr...*Appreciate* you and the things you do. You want people to notice the work you put into the things you do." He fiddled with his hands in his lap, "You want people to care about you, to want you, want you to be around and to feel like you belong."
Alastor put his hands over Waylon's, tears springing to his eyes. He tried to hold them back as looked at the man in front of him. "Yes. That's all I've ever wanted." Waylon glanced up at Alastor, worried for a moment when he saw the tears in his eyes that he said something wrong. "Having the world adore you, that would be nice. In some ways i feel the same, but sometimes all you need is a couple people." He held Alastor's hands, his grip loose and gentle. "I know it might not mean much, especially considering we haven't known each other long; But i hope you know i like having you around, and i hope you feel like you belong." Alastor smiled up at him, grateful for his compassion and kind heart. "Thank you Waylon, that means so much to me. And I want you to know the same extends to you as well, I like having you around and I want you to feel like you belong too." He told him softly. "If you need anything, please let me know. I'm more than happy to help."
Waylon smiled, "Merci," He gave Alastor's hands a gentle squeeze, "We've got each other. Until you go off gettin' more famous." Waylon nudged him carefully, half joking. He appreciated it, but he'd feel bad asking for anything unless he absolutely needed it. Alastor chuckled and nudged him back. "I hate to break it to you but you're not getting rid of me that easily. You just earned yourself a friend for life." Waylon's smile widened, "Oh no, poor me." He laughed, happy to have a friend after being alone for so long. He laughed as well and sat down next to him on the concrete. "Now then, let's discuss music. What all have you heard and who are your favorites so far?" He asked, happy to discuss his favorite thing with someone that was actually enthusiastic about it. "I've heard a lot of rap and hip hop, it's what a lot of the kids around here listen to." Waylon thought of the music he'd heard, "i like Sir Mix-A-Lot and Kris kross. There's this song called shake it don't break it by zydeco hounds that i like...And i don't know who it's by but i think the song is called Human?"
He shrugs, "I don't know the names of most of the music i hear, and i can't really go asking what the song is. Not that i'd be able to listen to any of it anyway." Alastor jumped up in excitement as he got the best idea. "You can! Hold on one moment, I'll be right back!" He yelled, suddenly disappearing. Waylon stared at the empty space in shock, looking around confused with furrowed brows. Not even a minute later, Alastor reappeared holding what looked like a phone. "This is an Ipod touch that I modified, I have two of these so no worries." He reassured him, turning it on. "I basically modified it to have a larger memory and hold a much longer charge but don't worry, i bought the charger for it. I already have a ton of songs downloaded on it but It also has internet and I have Spotify, YouTube, Shazam, and SoundCloud downloaded on here too so you can pretty much find whatever you're looking for!" He rambled in excitement, showing of the bright purple ipod. "I wasn't sure what kind of headphones you'd like so I also brought over the ear ones and in the ear ones."
Waylon yelped, jumping slightly when Alastor reappeared. He quickly regained his composure, listening to Alastor ramble. He paused, shocked again when he realized Alastor was giving him the device, his tail swayed more again and his grin returned. "You didn't have to," He shook his head, feeling warm from the simple kindness of his new friend. "Merci." He said, voice filled with joy. He grabbed Waylon's face with a kind but stern look on his face. "You deserve nice things Waylon Jones, never forget that." He smiled. "And you're welcome." Waylon smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "I'll try not to forget." He chuckled, no one has ever said anything like that to him, absolutely no one, especially not his aunt. It felt...Nice. He pat his cheek softly and let go, handing him the ipod. "Here you go, if you need help charging it just let me know. You can text and call me with it too. I made sure my number was in there and you can add any other numbers you want." He explained with a kind smile. "Thank you!" Waylon hugged Alastor, lifting him off the ground in the process. "I wish i could give you somethin' in return."
Alastor blushed at being picked up before melting into the hug, hugging him back with a happy sigh. "The only thing I want in return is your friendship." "Well, you already have that." Waylon set Alastor down carefully, "Sorry," His face felt warm from embarrassment. He tended to do that, hug people when he was excited or happy...And then lift them off the ground. "Waylon you have my permission to hug me like that anytime." He grinned. "I'll keep that in mind!" Waylon grinned back before glancing down at the device he had been gifted. "Could you show me how to use this? I've only ever used a house phone." Alastor grinned up at him and unlocked the screen. It took about 30 minutes as Alastor explained it to him as thoroughly as he could, showing him how each app worked and how to do certain things on it like text, call, and browse the internet. "I hope I explained it well enough." He mumbled once his explanation was done. Waylon nodded along, listening intently to what Alastor said as he showed him how everything worked. "Oui! You defi- Definit- You did, very much." He reassured with another nod despite his inability to say the word he originally was going to.
"Definitely." He sounded out for him before nodding happily. "I'm glad I explained it well." He smiled. "Oh, um, yeah. If you want to delete any or download other ones you can." He told him with a sheepish chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you kidding? You're *the* Music Meister, i'm sure every song on here is spectac-" Waylon paused, brows furrowed, before shouting, "Spec-tac-ular!" He hoped he got the word correct. "And i'd love to hear some more of the music you like." Alastor chuckled at his enthusiasm and gave him a thumbs up to let him know he said the word correctly. "I'm more than happy to recommend some songs for you to listen to." He beamed, taking a look at the time. "Oh crap, it's 1 am already? Wow, time sure does fly." Waylon realized he'd be able to know what time it was instead of guessing now, thanks to Alastor. "Sorry, i've kept you up late." He wasn't really sorry to be honest, he'd rather stay up late talking to Alastor than pretend he would be comfortable asleep on the cold concrete ground wishing for things he couldn't have. "It's ok honey, on any other night I'd be happy to stay up but I'm afraid I have to run a few errands in the morning, I'll be free afterwards though." He reassured him.
He looked around and frowned. "You know, I noticed I don't see a sleeping bag here or anything. Where are you going to sleep sweetheart?" He asked. "Alright, i'll just be here." Hearing that he would be able to spend more time with Alastor made him happy, and of course, it was made obvious by his tail swaying. It may have to do with the nicknames too, either way, Waylon didn't notice. "Oh, um," Waylon shrugged, "Here, probably." He gestured to the ground rather vaguely. Alastor gave him a blank look before it morphed into understanding. "Oh you're being serious. Oh my god." He gasped before snapping his fingers, beginning to pace in front of him. "Nope that won't do. I have some spare winter blankets if you want them and a pillow too. I'm afraid I don't have anything for you to lay on but I hope the blankets help." He told him, incredibly concerned for his well-being. Waylon watched Alastor pace around, he raised his hands to emphasize his protests when he realized he was planning on giving him more things, "Oh, no i couldn't take those, you've already done so much for me! And what if you end up needing them?" Waylon felt guilty, he'd survived this long with quite literally just the clothes on his back. He couldn't go taking things from his new friend.
Alastor stopped in his tracks and gave him an incredulous look "Waylon, honey, you're living in a sewer and you don't have anything to sleep on or cover up with. Of course I'm going to give you those things if you need them." He told him sternly as he stalked over to him and poked him in the chest before swinging his arms out wide for emphasis. "You have *nothing* to feel guilty about. You need these things far more than me." He argued. "I'd invite you into my own home if i didn't think you'd fight me tooth and nail." He complained before realizing he was being too rude and aggressive towards his friend. "Sorry- I just- I'm being an ass aren't I?" He asked, looking miserable. Waylon stared up at him, stunned into silence. His gaze followed his hand when he poked him, Alastor wasn't wrong, he couldn't impose on him like that though. But the simply fact Alastor *would* invite him into him home broke the dam, Waylon stayed staring down, trying to wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. His aunt didn't even let him in the house half the time because she didn't want to look at him, that was the case with most people, why is Alastor being so nice? to him? He's a monster! He doesn't deserve it.
"No, you're-" Waylon glanced up at him, unable to hide his tears, "Why are you so nice to me?" He couldn't help but ask. "Because I know what it's like Waylon. I may *look* normal but I will never *be* normal. I was a foster kid since i was an infant. My parents never wanted me and all of my foster parents hated me. I was passed around from home to home constantly and it only got worse when I discovered my powers. Turns out there's alot of people who hate the thought of dealing with a kid that can mind control them and would do anything to get rid of them." He ranted, mind drifting to the scars on his back. "It finally stopped when I ran away and never looked back. I know what it's like to be homeless Waylon and I wish we could have met when I was a kid because I definitely could have used a friend. But that's all in the past and I can't just sit here and let you suffer. I refuse." He told him with a determined expression, gently wiping his tears away. "I'm sorry that happened to you." Waylon sniffed, "You deserved a family who cared about you, we both did..." He looked down again, not wanting Alastor to see him cry. "I...I've never had anyone care about me. I never knew my parents, my aunt hated me...The circus sure as hell didn't care." He subconsciously rubbed at his wrist, thinking about his time as a freak show attraction. "I don't want to go takin' all your things, but i will take the blankets and pillow." Waylon knew he probably never had a choice in that considering how concerned Alastor seemed.
He kissed his forehead and smiled. "Good, I'll go get them. Stay right here." He told him before disappearing again. Waylon's face felt warm again after Alastor kissed his forehead, he wiped away the last of his tears and waited patiently for Alastor to come back. Meanwhile back at his apartment, Alastor was crouched on the floor with his face in hands. "Oh my god, I kissed his forehead." He panicked, his face bright red. "I made it weird, I bet he thinks I'm weird." Once his mini freakout was over, he gathered the blankets and two pillows from the back of his closet and reappeared in front of Waylon. Waylon's face felt hotter the longer he thought about it, so he decided to try to not think about it. He quickly put a hand on his tail to stop it's rapid swaying. Not thinking about it, totally not thinking about it. Waylon jumped again at the sudden appearance, but was less surprised than the first time. "Here you go! Hopefully they're big enough." Alastor smiled, lifting up the heap of blankets for emphasis. Waylon took the blankets with a smile, his tail swaying again now that his hand was moved. "Merci, i really appreciate it." He set the pile of blankets down, standing to hug Alastor again. This time he didn't lift Alastor off the ground, and was completely oblivious to the fact his face was probably squished against his bare chest.
Alastor's face went bright red as he enjoyed that alot more than he should. "oh." He breathed out, face hot as he listened to Waylon's heartbeat for a moment. "You're welcome." Waylon pulled back after a moment, tilting his head when he noticed Alastor's red face. "Are you okay?" He put his large hand on Alastor's cheek, "You're really warm," This reminded him that not everyone is immune to...Well, most of the things Waylon is, and being in the sewer could make Alastor sick. His brows furrowed, "Maybe the zooer ain't the best place for you to be. That doesn't mean next time we hang out it'll be at your place though," He quickly added, "I don't want to be scarin' off your neighbors or anyone you might bring over." He leaned into the touch with a soft smile before he realized what the other man was saying. "I'm ok, just overexerted myself is all." He mumbled in embarrassment. "And I don't care what my neighbors think, I'll have you over at my place if I want." He replied before realizing what else he said. "And who would I bring over?" "I don't know," Waylon shrugged, "A girlfriend, maybe? And i really wouldn't want to frighten anyone close to you like that like i usually do." He assumed Alastor must have a girlfriend, after all he's a handsome and charming man.
Alastor burst out laughing at his words, putting a hand on his shoulder so he wouldn't fall over. Once his laughing fit was over, he wiped his eyes and smiled. "Waylon, I know I don't look particularly flamboyant today but I am very, very, gay." Waylon watched him with a confused look, his (nonexistent) eyebrows raised at his words. Oh. Now he felt bad for assuming. "My point still stands! I don't want to go scarin' your boyfriend!" "I'm also very, very, single." He reassured, an amused smile on his face. "So now you can't make any more excuses mister." He teased, putting his hands on his hips. Waylon tried to think of any other reasons other than the truth, that he was worried he'd end up making Alastor uncomfortable, but couldn't think of one. He sighed in defeat, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, you win." Alastor giggled. "I always do~" he purred. He checked the time again and grimaced. "Ok, now I really do need to go to bed. Good night sweetheart, see you later?"
Waylon nodded, "See you later," He confirmed, "Good night, Music man." Alastor chuckled before leaving with a wave goodbye. Once he was back in his apartment, he smiled to himself and got ready for bed. Waylon waved back, making an area for himself to sleep once Alastor was gone. He sighed happily, closing his eyes as he curled up in the blanket and slowly fell asleep.