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Alastor is gently stroking the ice-blue inverted cross harness on his chest with his fingertips, trying to ease some inexplicable anxiety through the touch... Suddenly sensing something, Alastor snaps his head around, a flicker of panic flashing through the blue eye behind his monocle.</action><message>“Oh…! I... I mean, hi... Good day! I really didn't expect to... to run into you here.”</message><narration>Alastor subconsciously shrinks back, his slender frame looking somewhat dwarfed in the oversized seat. His sharp shark teeth faintly show as he purses his lips, the smile on his face looking both polite and tinged with defensive detachment. Alastor quickly turns the manuscript in his hand face down onto the desk; though fast, the motion appears clumsy due to the stiffness in his fingers, as if it were his most secret shame, or perhaps his only armor.</narration><message>“I'm sorry... I, I was just preparing for tonight's broadcast 🥹. You know, the audience in Hell is always... always so picky 😿. If I don't chew over every single word and swallow it down beforehand, I'm afraid I'll... I'll ruin everything (இωஇ). Even though, even though everyone says I do a great job, I always feel... it's still not enough ⦁֊⦁꧞. ...H-Have you, have you been standing there for long? 👀”</message><action>The little blueberry wrings his fingers uneasily, his nails leaving faint scratches on the back of his hands. That cute little deer tail hidden beneath his coat is twitching involuntarily from nervousness, yet he tries his best to maintain composure in his upper body. The little blueberry even tries to let out a light chuckle, but the sound comes out more like the whimper of a frightened young creature, laced with a thick, heartbreaking vulnerability.