3rd person
Angel sat at the other side of the vast room in the equally as vast hotel, where a particular demon sat- one that wore red- one that he liked to refer to as a 'strawberry pimp'. He chuckled as he thought this to himself. He rested his head in his top set of hands and folded the others around his slender waist. Suddenly, Alastor's ears twitched, and he quickly moved his head over to angel, glancing in his direction. Angel quickly looked over and blushed- as did Alastor. I wonder why was he staring at me? Alastor pondered, looking in the other direction, his hand covering the majority of his face- he stopped for a second, confused. Why did his face feel so hot? Was he ill? He removed his hand, looking at his fingers as he removed them, wondering if there was something wrong, until he suddenly started feeling ok. That was weird. He thought, re-opening his book.

Angel POV:
I could have swore Alastor's face was red, but before I had a chance to look, he looked away. Was he embarrassed? No, he couldn't have been, why would he be? Anyways, I sat up and headed into my room, because I needed to feed fat nuggets.

3rd person
"Hey nuggie." Angel sighed as he slumped down onto his large, pink four- poster bed. He huffed as he rolled over and stroked the pigs stomach, allowing his long, spindly legs to kick the air behind him as he rested his head on his hands- his trade mark pink boots remaining on his feet, along with his matching gloves. "What am I goin' to do nuggs?" He asked rhetorically to the confused looking pig. Fat nuggets noticed that the demon now appeared sad, and so he nudged his hand and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, instantly earning a smile from angel. "Alright, alright." He huffed, trying to keep a huge grin off his face as he removed the pig and placed him by his bowl. Angel grabbed the near by sack of food and began pouring a generous amount into the hot pink bowl, that perfectly matched the colour scheme of his very pink room.

"I don't know what it is about him!" He exclaimed as he once again fell onto his bed, facing the ceiling. "He's such an asshole- but I still like 'im, and not like how I 'like' my clients either- it's like something I have never felt before- my stomach goes all weird whenever I see 'im, ya know?" He explained to the pig, who was gazing up at him, with a blank look on his face. "Hey, who am I kiddin', he's the radio demon for gods sake, why would he like some- some-" he started to feel hot and salty tears forming in the crevices of his eyes, "some slut..." he cried, as a large sob erupted from his mouth.

Before he could help it, tears streamed down his face, causing his hardly noticeable eye makeup to drip down his white fluffy fur. Fat nuggets sadly cuddled up to him, licking the side of his face, earning a chuckle, "sorry nuggs, I'm sure ya don't want to see me wallowin' in self pity all day, I'll probably get some sleep." He shrugged with a sniff, as he rolled over and pulled the covers over him. The pig nestled into his side, as angel quietly cried to sleep into his pillow...

Meanwhile, in Alastor's room, he lay, awake, staring up at his dark red, lavish ceiling. His room was rather luxurious, with fancy seeming imprints encrusted into walls and the ceiling, with matching patterns around his room, such as on his bedcovers, and curtains. He lay there, thinking about angel, and his past life- his mind seemingly alternating between the two thoughts, as if his mind were trying to have a competition to see what could make Alastor the saddest. Alastor wasn't much of a crier, as the only emotion he ever truly portrayed was happiness (despite it usually being at the suffering of others) and anger. But at night, however, it was a completely different story. Alastor's thoughts would get the better of him, causing him to break down into tears, his happy mascaraed completely disintegrated, with a frown glued firmly to his face, something only him would see.

But tonight, he was feeling extra sad, as his feelings about angel dust seemed to be overwhelming him, and so he got up groggily, and gently placed the needle onto his ancient record player, which began slowly spinning. He gracefully slid onto his bed once again with his favourite jazz music playing as quietly as possible, in order not to wake the others. Light pored from under the door, as he curled up into a ball on his bed, and tucked his knees into his face. He sobbed uncontrollably, for the first time in a while. He wouldn't usually do this, but he felt like he needed music to be calm- he was the radio demon after all- but it seemed to just be making him more sad- reminding him of his past life, as though he was stuck in some sort of sadness cycle. Tears dropped down his face like honey, as he attempted to quiet himself. He snapped his fingers and the music jolted to a halt, as it was not achieving what he had hoped it would. Without realising, his sobs became louder, and angel just so happened to be in the room next door...

Angel sat up in his bed, all his feelings of sadness from a couple of hours ago gone- a new feeling occupying his mind- curiosity. He would never normally wake up at this late hour, as he was a heavy sleeper, but he couldn't tell what had woke him up. He sat for a moment, in silence, listening out for any slight movement- when suddenly, he heard a stifled sob from the room next door- that must have been what had woke him up. But wait- wasn't Alastor next door? Panic set in, if he was crying, it must have been bad. Maybe he was torturing someone in there, and it wasn't his cries? No, it held a lot of radio static in each cry, it couldn't have been anyone else.

He swung his legs off his bed, startling fat nuggets, who squealed and jumped off the bed, scurrying off into the corner. "Shhh!" Angel shushed him, worried that Alastor would know that he was listening, but the loud sobs continued, so he snook closer to his door, and the ancient wood creaked as it swung open slowly, causing angel to cringe at the amount of noise. Light spilled out from underneath the radio demons blood red door, and the noises became louder as he inconspicuously crept over. He stood by the door, contemplating on what to do. He reached one of his hands up towards the door, which was closed, but the lock was slightly open, probably accidentally left that way. 

The door quickly clicked as the lock extended while he pulled the clumsily closed door, which was clearly attempted to be locked in a hurry. A red silhouette sat curled up on his bed, all angel could see was a hunched figure facing away from the door, his knees pulled tightly into his chest as he hugged them. A sniffle emanated from him, seemingly not noticing that angel dust was standing there. He crept closer, shocked that he was seeing this side of the usually happy and jolly radio demon, happiness radiating off of him the second he enters the room- but now, all he could feel was a hue of sadness, hanging around the room.

He tiptoed up to him, feeling a sudden urge to comfort the deer demon. His usually perky and fluffy ears were now flat on his head and pushed down, like a saddened cat. As he stepped closer, he noticed that he was wearing posh silk pyjamas of the same colour as his normal attire, with similar small stripes. He had never seen him wearing anything other than his suit, and he had never figured out why, but the demon had always been incredibly secretive, and had never aloud the other residents of the hotel, let alone other wondering demons, to see him in anything but his usual suit.

Flashback
Angel rapped loudly on Alastor's door, and opened it without warning. It was early in the morning, and so Alastor was sat on his bed in his pyjamas, listening to a morning radio broadcast. Suddenly, when he looked up and noticed angel standing in the door frame, he gasped, and slammed the door with his powers, by waving a finger. "What the fuck al!" He cried from outside the door, knocking rapidly on the oak. "I'm not dressed!" He cried in a shrill voice, with more static than usual. "Whaddya mean ya not dressed, your in y' pyjamas, I literally dance naked, that's 'not dressed'." Angel smirked at the last part. Alastor let out a disgruntled huff and fabric rustling could be heard from the other room. In a matter of second, the door flung itself open, and alastor made one last adjustment to his suit, "now what was it you wanted angel?" He asked, in a completely different tone. "So are we just going to pretend that didn't happen?" He asked, folding one pair of his long slender arms. "Yes indeedy!" He cheerfully cried as he gracefully strode past him and into the corridor...

End of flashback
He reached out a gloved hand cautiously, his heart racing, scared of what Alastor's reaction may be. He hesitated, before placing a hand onto his shoulder- instantly, the demon recoiled from angels touch, and gasped in surprise, clutching his heart. He looked around, scanning his surroundings, before almost taking a look at himself and gasping- "I know, I know, you don't like people seein' ya in your pyjamas, it's fine, I ain't judging ya." Angel shrugged, yet his voice held a calming and warm tone that made Alastor hesitate and ponder on instantly killing him, instead of just snapping his neck there and then- which could be considered a good thing, considering he was a ruthless demon overlord. Angel stared at him in awe, seeing him for the first time with no smile on his face- he had to admit, he looked handsome, but it didn't feel right.

Alastor's mouth opened, but nothing came out, before he suddenly looked away, realising he wasn't smiling, and shielded his face. He inhaled and looked back, with an eerily huge smile plastered on his face, larger than usual. Angel noticed tears in Alastor's huge red eyes, and dry tear stains drizzled down his face. He took one look at him, a look full of pity, taking in his huge smile with glowing yellow teeth, his wide eyes, full of pain, and his furry ears, which despite his vast smile, remained hanging, revealing his true emotions. "Oh al..." angel whispered, hardly able to muster his voice. "What are you doing here, my dear?" Alastor asked, he had clearly been preparing for a while to try and speak in his jolly, broadcast ready voice- but he failed, when his voice cracked half way through, leading into a choked sob. He looked away, but his head was pushed back up by Angel, Alastor desperately avoided eye contact as he was forced to look at him.

"Angel what are you-" Alastor started, before angel simply pulled him in for a hug. A tight embrace- angel knew that Alastor didn't enjoy being touched, but everyone needs a hug. He could feel Alastor tense and freeze in his grip, causing angel to hug him tighter. "W- wha-" The deer was unable to string together two words, as his mind was racing. He was going to push him off, but his body wouldn't allow him, he instead just melted into his hug, and wrapped his arms around angel, surprising angel, and himself. Soon, a sob escaped his lips, and he instantly began to pull away, utterly humiliated- but angel could tell, and instantly shut him down, by tightening his grip with both sets of arms. "It's okay." He hushed, as Alastor relaxed and draped himself onto angel.

Soon, Alastor was crying hard into angels neck, as they had some how shifted into a position where Alastor was sat with his legs wrapped around angel, along with his arms, holding onto him for dear life. Angel held him equally tightly, realising how delicate he truly was. After a while, Alastor's tears had stopped for the most part, apart from the occasional sob that escaped his throat. They pulled apart and sat in a comfortable silence, and sat with their legs hanging off the side of the bed, with one of angels arms around the radio demons waist, reassuring him. "Do you want to talk about it?" The white furred demon asked, as he turned to face him. He hadn't noticed before, but Alastor's face was bright red, and had been for the entire time- was he, blushing?

"Al?" He asked, noticing that he hadn't heard him the first time. "Oh, I'm sorry my dear, I seem to be in my own world, do go on." He politely stated, yet his voice still horse and raspy, lacking its usual enthusiasm, his smile still missing- replaced by a mutual look, which was better than the tearful frown that previously occupied his sculpturesque face. "I said, wanna talk about it?" He repeated, softly. Alastor shook his head violently, hiding his head in the crook of angels neck. "Ok, it's fine if ya don't wanna." He replied in a calm voice, his voice laced with sympathy.

He looked down at Alastor, and stared at the back of his head, "ya know, considering your the all powerful, ruthless and scary radio demon," he said in a playfully mocking tone, "your pretty cute." He simply remarked, causing Alastor to bolt his head up. "I am not cute!" He cried, his face flustered. "If ya not cute, stop huggin' me." He shrugged as Alastor looked down at his arms which were tightly wrapped around angel. He hesitated, before burying his face and shaking his head once again. Angel chuckled and held him tightly. "Please don't tell anyone." The red demon pleaded, his voice muffled by the fact that his head was buried in angels neck. "Hmmmm..." angel considered, causing Alastor's ears to prick up, which he noticed, before admitting, "I'm jokin', I'm jokin', relax, I won't tell nobody." He sighed as he felt Alastor's sudden tension released as he melted back into the hug.

After a while of silently hugging him, angel looked at him, and spoke; "are you tired?", to which he responded with, "not particularly- I feel tired, but I can't sleep." As he looked up from angels shoulder. "Same here- wanna get a bite to eat?" Angel suggested as Alastor looked at his clock. "It's almost morning!" He exclaimed, "well I usually get up at around one pm so not for me." Angel dropped, as Alastor rolled his eyes. "Well it's only a couple of hours before I would normally get up." He explained, as he sat up. "'Ight lets go get some food then." Angel responded groggily, as Alastor stood up abruptly, his ears pricked up to their usual level, signifying that angels comforting had worked.

Suddenly, angel noticed something...