When Charlie offered him a room at the hotel for a bit, it had seemed like an obvious choice to say yes - it meant he was close by if the angels decided to retaliate, it gave him a chance to get to know Charlie and her dream, and he could keep an eye on a certain overlord who was getting a little too overly familiar with his daughter, since Charlie was far too trusting to recognise that Alastor was... what's the word he was looking for... oh, yes, an asshole.
(It also saved him from moping around his palace alone and making more ducks, but he wasn't going to say that part out loud)
Unfortunately, while reconnecting with his daughter helps with the depression, it's not exactly a cure, and the past few nights he's found himself struggling to sleep. He knows from experience that lying in bed letting his thoughts spiral doesn't do anyone any good, but he doesn't want to start his usual distraction technique up here - Charlie will notice if the ducks start piling up, and he doesn't really want her to start worrying about him any more than she already does.
So he's taken to wandering the halls of the hotel, checking that there's no sign of trouble or looking for things he could (quietly) entertain himself with. There isn't much, he's starting to think of suggesting a library to Charlie before he goes mad, or wears a path into the carpet from taking the same route through the corridors every night. At least he's avoided running into any of the other residents.
[The Radio Demon's physical approach is not usually a silent one. The clop of his shoes on the polished floor or thin carpets. The soft static and clicking radio dials can be heard as you move down the halls of the hotel. If Alastor wanted to be silent he has the means to do so. But at this late hour he doesn't feel the need to slink around the building like a wrathful specter.
It shows as he doesn't expect to bump into anyone roaming around at this time of night. There is a sudden and sharp spike in radio static as he rounds the corner and finds the Devil himself at the other end. His smile stretches out of necessity, strained but always in place.]
Your Majesty. [He makes no bow or any display of respect.] I believe you room is in the opposite direction. Are you perhaps lost in our remodeled hotel?
[If Lucifer wasn't almost completely zoned out as he wandered the halls maybe he would have noticed something sooner rather than being startled in turn by the sudden spike of static as Alastor rounds the corner, but he was, so he is. He stops abruptly, almost flinching away from the radio demon and then immediately meeting that widening smile with a scowl of irritation]
You mean the hotel I helped build? No I'm not lost.
[Maybe with anyone else he might have taken the excuse, but he refuses to show any weakness in front of Alastor if he can help it, even as a ruse]
I was just... making sure there was nothing going on...
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(It also saved him from moping around his palace alone and making more ducks, but he wasn't going to say that part out loud)
Unfortunately, while reconnecting with his daughter helps with the depression, it's not exactly a cure, and the past few nights he's found himself struggling to sleep. He knows from experience that lying in bed letting his thoughts spiral doesn't do anyone any good, but he doesn't want to start his usual distraction technique up here - Charlie will notice if the ducks start piling up, and he doesn't really want her to start worrying about him any more than she already does.
So he's taken to wandering the halls of the hotel, checking that there's no sign of trouble or looking for things he could (quietly) entertain himself with. There isn't much, he's starting to think of suggesting a library to Charlie before he goes mad, or wears a path into the carpet from taking the same route through the corridors every night. At least he's avoided running into any of the other residents.
So far.
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It shows as he doesn't expect to bump into anyone roaming around at this time of night. There is a sudden and sharp spike in radio static as he rounds the corner and finds the Devil himself at the other end. His smile stretches out of necessity, strained but always in place.]
Your Majesty. [He makes no bow or any display of respect.] I believe you room is in the opposite direction. Are you perhaps lost in our remodeled hotel?
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[If Lucifer wasn't almost completely zoned out as he wandered the halls maybe he would have noticed something sooner rather than being startled in turn by the sudden spike of static as Alastor rounds the corner, but he was, so he is. He stops abruptly, almost flinching away from the radio demon and then immediately meeting that widening smile with a scowl of irritation]
You mean the hotel I helped build? No I'm not lost.
[Maybe with anyone else he might have taken the excuse, but he refuses to show any weakness in front of Alastor if he can help it, even as a ruse]
I was just... making sure there was nothing going on...
[It is not a very convincing lie]