Alastor doesn't understand Fawn's humor sometimes, and just ends up being thoroughly confused (which is why she still makes modern jokes, she loves seeing the befuddlement on his face)

Also I love Instagram audios, they're where I get most of my skit dialogue.

Fawn's POV

Movement caused me to stir from my sleep and I protested by snuggling closer to whatever I was laying on.

There was a tired chuckle, the noise causing what I was resting against to rumble. I remembered, then, how Alastor had pulled me over to him last night.

Why he did that is beyond me, but I'm not complaining. I love cuddling, but normally I cuddle pillows. Cuddling a person was a whole new experience.

A very welcomed experience.

"Don't move..." I mumbled, not really sure if it was coherent or not, "I'm so comfy..."

I felt him pull a piece of hair from the corner of my mouth before he tucked a loose strand away from my face. Slowly my eyes opened up and his blurry image gradually cleared up.

"I'm afraid I've got to get up this time, cher," he said, his tone almost sounding disappointed, "at this rate I'll be late for work," he added, still pulling his body out from under me.

For just a second I chased him, keeping my cheek against his chest to try and hang on to his warmth for a moment longer. Eventually, though, I gave up with a huff and let him slip away from me.

I immediately felt chilled at his absence and snatched some blankets to pull up under my nose. My eyes were barely opened as I watched him get out of the bed.

He was humming softly as he walked over to his blinds and opened them. The light wasn't bright at all—in fact, it was barely even dawn. The beginnings of orange hues spilled through the blinds creating lines of calm morning light.

The past few days he's been leaving for work before I could even make it out of bed, but now that I'm awake I might see if I can tag along with him.

It gets boring as hell being alone in this big ass house.

Of course, I'm gonna snag a few extra minutes under these warm blankets before I force myself to get up.

He was walking around, casually gathering his clothing for the day. His choice today was a dark grey, almost black, dress shirt. The buttons were silver, and I watched as he laid the shirt on the bed before grabbing a lighter grey vest.

Then a dark wine colored bow tie with slacks that seemed to be the same color.

His choices of tops were refreshing, he normally only ever wears red.

"No red today?" I teased him, gaining his attention. He smirked at me before he scoffed and shook his head.

"No, unfortunately. I'm meeting my new boss today, so I figured I'd dress a bit nicer than I normally would," he said.

He normally dresses pretty nice so I don't know what he's talking about, but whatever floats his boat I guess.

Then I registered what he said.

"New boss?" I perked up slightly, and he hummed and nodded as his fingers began working at the buttons on his night shirt.

I took notice of that immediately, watching as his chest was revealed to me slowly as each button was undone.

"Yes indeedy. His name is Thomas Calcutta, and I'm sincerely hoping he will be more up to par with his leadership skills," Alastor mused, letting the night shirt fall away from his body.

Momentarily I was distracted by his shirtless form, my eyes soaking up his image being bathed in morning sunlight. He turned his back to me and I watched as each muscle shifted beneath the skin on his back.

I don't know how someone so skinny can look so strong at the same time.

It wouldn't surprise me if he could benchpress me.

I guess that's a positive consequence of living all on your own in the forest — a lot of his chores probably involve manual labor.

The moment he turned back around I averted my gaze to something else, fighting against the heat flooding my face.

"Why don't you just be the boss?" I asked him curiously, "you seem to care a lot about the station...especially who runs it," I added.

He sighed as he slipped on his dress shirt and started buttoning it up, hiding that beautiful body once again.

"Well, according to most that work at my studio, I am their boss...they listen to me, and treat me as if I were their boss. Technically speaking, I am simply the host," he explained, not really clearing anything up for me.

That does explain their behavior around him, though.

I watched him tie his bowtie before he grabbed his slacks and tossed them over his arm, heading towards the bathroom. There was a bit of disappointment in my chest as I watched him close the bathroom door to finish getting changed.

Then I caught myself and furrowed my brows at the realization that I basically wanted him to strip in front of me.

The thought had me suddenly feeling a bit too warm under these covers, so I quickly shoved them off of me to try and cool down. I could hear the sink running in the bathroom, and tried to stop picturing him naked.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and I jumped, looking over quickly at where he was now standing fully dressed.

The sight didn't help to cool my burning cheeks, and I internally cursed myself for finding him so damn attractive. Especially with this new outfit, he just looks...so handsome.

I realized too late that I was staring and he spotted me, the relaxed grin on his face widening as he approached the bed. Currently I was sitting up with the covers laying in my lap, but I felt like I was on fire.

"You're staring, dear, is there something awry with my outfit?" He asked, giving himself a quick look-over.

Shaking my head, I gave him a smile to try and distract from how flustered I am.

"N-nothing at all," I stuttered, nearly wincing at how obvious I sound, "you look great," I complimented.

I actually thought I saw his cheeks gain a bit of color at my praise, but he turned away before I could really get a good look.

"Well, thank you, dear!" He chirped, and I sat up a bit more in bed.

After that whole interaction, I am wide awake, so I guess now's as good a time as any to ask him if I can tag along to work today.

"Hey Al," I called, and he paused his action of looking through his rows of dress shoes to turn towards me slightly.

"Yes?" He hummed.

"Could I come to work today?" I asked hopefully. He hasn't asked me to since the first time, so I'm wondering if he just doesn't want me there or something.

He seemed thoughtful for a moment before he continued thumbing through his dress shoes, stopping at a shiny black pair with bright red bottoms.

"I don't see why not as long as you behave yourself," he said, "and by that I just mean no mouthing off to anyone, no matter what they say," he warned, giving me a pointed look.

I rolled my eyes, "yea, yea, grit my teeth and take it, I get it," I mumbled, slightly disheartened at the idea.

Alastor tsk'd at my dejected tone, approaching the bed. I lifted my eyes to his and he reached forward and tapped beneath my chin.

"Chin up, and let me see that pretty smile..." he said softly, "just because I don't want you mouthing off doesn't mean I won't do it for you. I just don't want a repeat of last time," he said.

I tried to keep my pout in place, but I couldn't help the smile that curled my lips. His eyes brightened once he saw it and he brushed his thumb over my cheek very gently.

"There she is...anywho!" Suddenly he changed his tone and I jumped slightly at his sudden loudness. I suppose he's getting into character.

"You best be getting up," he started, "I already let you steal an extra 30 minutes of sleep, so you don't have much time to get ready!"

Begrudgingly I pushed myself out from under the covers and stood up finally, stretching out my back in the process.

"Ok, ok, jeez you're so loud," I grumbled as I walked past him. He pinched my side as I walked by, and I squealed slightly, shielding myself before I trotted away giggling.

"I'm going, I'm going!" I protested as he kept pursuing me.

I escaped him, giggling as I shut the door behind me before I headed towards my room to get ready for the day.

**

The brisk morning air felt amazing as we made our way through the woods. I couldn't help but admire all of the pretty plants as we walked, ultimately getting distracted more than a couple of times.

Alastor didn't mind, though. He would take a second to explain to me what plant I was looking at, what it did, if I could touch it or if I should keep away from it...

I ended up learning a lot this morning.

When we eventually broke through the foliage, the city was still asleep for the most part. Golden sunlight just barely covered the tops of buildings, dewdrops making the flowers and potted plants outside the stores glitter.

My fingers absentmindedly reached for Alastor, curling around his arm the moment we emerged onto a sidewalk. People greeted him once again as we walked, and again they looked at me curiously.

Thankfully, there were only a few people out. Some shop workers setting up for the day, and a few early risers just out and about. I didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as I did before, although the stares are still a bit weird.

Tugging Alastor down to me a little bit, I leaned up slightly, "man these people sure do like to stare..." I whispered to him, and he chuckled.

"I'm not a man known for having women on my arm...especially ones that talk back to powerful men and wear pants," he whispered back, and my eyes widened.

"You think people know about that?" I asked him worriedly, looking over to meet his eyes. He looked amused and shrugged.

"I'm sure those reporters went and blabbed all over town to their husbands and wives about the fierce bearcat who stuck it to their boss," he said, sounding a bit proud.

I, however, felt a bit embarrassed. Not for telling off Henry, but I just don't enjoy having a spotlight on me...I'm sure Alastor just loves it, but I'd rather blend in.

A short sigh passed my lips and I held onto him a little tighter.

Our walk was relatively uneventful, the usual hellos from people here and there. People of all sorts knew Alastor, all of them looking happy as ever to see him.

If they only knew.

We were about a block away from the station when I noticed a building I hadn't seen before. I gasped and my eyes lit up the moment I spotted it.

"What is it, sweetie?" Alastor asked, and I directed his attention to the small diner.

"There's no way!" I exclaimed while keeping my tone hushed, "that's my mama's mom's grandmother's restaurant!"

I remember her telling me about it one time we were out sight seeing. We had passed the old worn down diner and she told me a tale of how it had been here for years and years, owned by our family until eventually someone sold it off.

Which is a shame...because my mom always loved that place.

But here it is! Shiny and new, but just as welcoming as ever before!

Alastor looked where my I was directing him, and  observed it for a moment as our steps slowed. He hummed, "your family owns LeBlanc's Diner?"

He sounded intrigued, and I couldn't hold my excitement as I looked up at him with a huge smile and nodded.

"Yea! My mom used to tell me all the time about how her Nana would bring her and they would let her behind the counter," I explained, "they told her she was the 'official customer counter'" I giggled, covering my mouth.

Alastor chuckled as well, "well then! How about you and I drop over there for lunch, hm?" He suggested, and my excitement blasted off into space.

"Really? That sounds great!" I said, skipping slightly before I hugged his arm briefly in appreciation. I haven't been since my mom died, and even before then we stopped going as often once money started getting thin...

Finally, the station came into view. Alastor hummed to himself as he opened the door for me and motioned me in. I smiled at him in thanks and stepped into the building.

Promptly any and all noise ceased, every set of eyes landing on me. I don't think they were meaning to stare or be rude, they were simply surprised I had returned.

It still made me squirm in my spot until Alastor's hand was placed on my back.

"Have we not been over this?" He said, his tone sounding annoyed towards the numerous reporters. They looked at him and then quickly resumed their work.

He lead me towards his office, pulling out his keyring before opening the door for me once again.

"Cher," he purred sweetly as he motioned me in. My cheeks burned at that, but I shot him a playful smirk.

"Merci Monsieur," I purred back at him, watching as a blush crept up his face and he shut the door, looking up at me.

"You speak...?" He asked curiously, and I raised an eyebrow. My mother was French, so she taught me a bit growing up...I also learned just from hearing her have conversations with some of her friends over the phone, or from her French sit coms she liked to watch.

"Oui," I answered, a smile slowly curling my lips.

He seemed unconvinced, narrowing his eyes on me before he smirked, "je ne te crois pas." He challenged before crossing his arms. (I don't believe you.)

Rolling my eyes I made my way over to his desk and hopped up onto it before meeting his eyes again.

"je ne sais pas pourquoi tu ne le ferais pas," I shrugged indifferently, watching his eyes widen slightly. (I don't know why you wouldn't.)

He approached me with a big smile, "my darling, you never told me you spoke French!" He said with wonder, and I chuckled.

"You didn't ask," I giggled, "I didn't realize it was such an admired skill," I added and he tsk'd me.

"Dear, to know more than one tongue is a feat like no other! It shows you are a learned woman with an education better than most of your gender," he said, and I knocked him with my foot.

"Hey now, watch it," I said playfully, but there was an undertone of a warning there.

He leaned against his desk next to me, him and we were about eye level now. Rolling his eyes, he nodded with a simper, "yes, yes, my dear, my apologies," he said with a chuckle.

I chuckled as well, ready to continue our conversation before Niffty scuttled into the room.

"Gooooooooodmorning Alastor sir!" She began, zipping up to us with a coffee in hand. After handing it to him, she broke into a quick report.

"Today's reports are on your desk, and there's more coffee in the lounge, just call me if you want some! Oh, and I took care of that mess you asked me to! Also, the new boss is here and he really wants to see you, oh!" She finally noticed me.

"Hello again! You're the pretty girl from the other week, how are you doing, does your face still hurt? Sorry that was rude, I like your pants!" She finished with a huge smile and I had to bite my tongue from giggling at her amount of energy.

"Thank you, Niffty," I said with a smile, to which Alastor echoed me.

"Yes, thank you Niffty...as for Thomas, please tell him I will be back shortly—" just then the door that leads deeper into the office opened up and all eyes went towards the noise.

"Alastor! Just the man I wanted to see."