Alastor

Alastor is asexual and aromatic, at least that's what the hotel staff thinks. he hates getting touched, especially having his hair touched, absolutely despises it. he hates sweet things, any sexual comment and enjoys bitter things, who the hell like bitter things? Angel Dust kept staring at Alastor, trying to figure him out. Husk and Niffty were just doing their job, Vaggie was glaring at Alastor, and Charlie was trying to keep everything under control.

That is, until Angel Dust noticed something. "Hey smiles, you got that ring on the wrong finger." he pointed out the ring on his left ring finger.

Alastor froze for a second, his internal smile getting slightly strained. "No, my friend, that is no mistake."

"But then, that would mean you're Married--" Angel Dust paused mid-sentence, looking at the ring and then back at Alastor, switching from the two before it clicked. he was speechless, and everyone else around them was too.