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The puppy eyes that woman had made her weak, of that Vaggi is sure.
"But don't fight him, please?" It was fairly embarrassing how in the palm of her hand she was —Not that Vaggi complained, though—.
After reassuring Charlie that she had no will to fight the only person with maintenance knowledge in the hotel, they kept pacing on the hallway until they departed.
Of course she was the one talking the worst staff member into doing shit, mainly because she wouldn't buy his creeppy spectacle.
Vaggi knocked on the door —and immediately doubted Alastor was even there, whenever he wasn't fucking up something inside the building, he was fucking up something outside the building.
She wasn't pursuing his ass to cannibal town though, so she started knocking harder on the door —and if Alastor wasn't there then he'd be losing the only opportunity of negotiating his new time schedule, because fuck that guy.
Some cracking noises started after the seventh knock, confirming someone was there indeed, but no voices were heard.
"Alastor if you're there and you're not opening i am using the spare key i got from administration, first and only warning"
Truth to be told, there wasn't even an administration room at the hotel, or an spare key to Alastor's room specifically (Fucker surely disappeared it) but she was strong willed and had a spear on her back, which would probably do the same work (she hopes).
After knocking a little more, she decided Alastor would have to fix his own lock for being a stubborn piece of shit and started pickpocketing it with the point of her spear. The speed to which the lock's steel doubled made her reconsider what material Lucifer had used when reconstructing the hotel, but she quickly discarded it as Lucifer making Alastor's lock just worse, that would fit for them.
Going inside the room she was, to say, flabbergasted, for she hadn't seen such an ugly creature since her fall from heaven (and from earth, she was pretty sure).
Vaggi knew he could bend a lot, but this was simply ridiculous.
He was still snoring after all that noise, and she didn't know if she should be impressed or concerned mad at him.
She should clarify (to avoid being cancelled) that she TRIED to wake him up gently; making loud noises, trying her phone's alarm, shaking the man. But Alastor had just achieved How To Become Deaf Just To Annoy People™, to which she gave up, putting the most horrible alarm sound she found on Voutube on her phone and right next to his ear.
Alastor jumped off his bed, startled —to state the obvious— and was greeted by the wood planks of the floor right on his face.
Unfortunately for Vaggi who'd thought she'd witnessed something horrible when she stepped into the room, she was proved wrong as she saw Alastor's haircut in HD.
"Why would you do that to your hair?" He looked at her like she was wrong to point that out (she wasn't).
"Why would you do that to my ears?" He said with the nerve to be offended after all she had to do to wake him up.
Easing him from the floor, she maybe felt a little guilty when she saw how ugly this man was. The poor thing.
"So you've seen how we're running short on staff" She said and heard him mumble 'Maybe if you treated staff better-' before she cut him off with a nudge in the shoulder.
He stared at her (probably thinking of an excuse) as if she was guilty of every problem in his life. Vaggi followed suit and stared as if he was the man who named her.
"You aren't doing host business anyway, just fucking around and being creepy"
Which, could be their fault for having him working illegally at the hotel. But this was hell and nobody cared, so she didn't mention it.
"I have an angelic wound, mind you" He threw himself into the cushion as a woman from the 19th century who had just seen a teen show her ankles.
"The one Charlie and i sent Lucifer to heal, that one?" She nudged him on the chest, exactly where said wound would be, getting no reaction more than a grumble about those entitled youngsters.
"The paperwork it's on Charlie's office, if you don't come I'm giving you the worst schedule i can think of." She left, trying to close the door with the handle and remembering her oopsie of earlier. He also noticed if the High pitched static was anything to worry about. By the time he realized she was on another floor, so that was not her problem anymore.
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Coming to the solution of fixing the door with a shadow tentacle, Alastor made his way to the bathroom, noticing he looked sketchy as fuck hell. Which was normal considering he'd just slept three hours when that angel had rudely woken him up.
Getting fixed, he skipped a few steps on the way to Charlie's office, because he knew Vaggi would actually act on her threat otherwise.
And unlike her, Alastor knocked on the door, like a civilized person. Letting himself in at the sound of 'Pass', he sat at the terrible swivel chair Lucifer had gotten for the hotel. Truly, the chairs were better than these when he was held captive during Vox delusions of grandeur.
"Came for your new work offer, Al?"
"Sounds more like unpaid work for me." The static around him pitched and he was given a death stare.
"You agreed to it when you first came to the hotel." Vaggi said, matter-of-factly.
"I agreed to be an unpaid host"
"Tomato, to-mah-to." She handed him a pen, because in all of this they still had to pretend legality and a contract with way too many post-its (Charlie, he thinks).
"Redemption exercises, seriously? What did i do to be derived this much?" He kept on reading, having put on glasses that barely did anything anymore, and ready to bargain that they were being non-accesible with how small the letters were.
He summoned his shadow and made it read the contract, still drowsy from the lack of sleep and deciding not to be difficult only today under specific circumstances.
"Do i have to teach them hobbies? They should have their own." Annoying the woman a little as he reached for the pen again, he looked up.
"Their hobbies are the reason they are here, Alastor." He already knew that, and should remind her of the reason he came to this hotel in the first place. Sighing like holding the pen straight had shortened his lifespan, he wrote his sign, and made all of the room wave with his magic, earning a look of offended disbelief from Vaggi. Weird considering that time she was a floor under him and Charlie making a deal and still noticed.
"Now i have to clean this mess because of you, get the fuck out of here." And he wouldn't tell anybody how easily she pushed him out as if he was made of feathers. Infuriating woman, that girl.