Sound Advice
“We argued. Extensively. In front of his daughter. There were so many buttons to push. He’s so easily ruffled, it’s simply delightful!” He sets his monocle back in its rightful place, choosing instead to fidget with his microphone. “Of course, I do understand that, even with my lack of experience, this is not, exactly, ideal… So, I’ve come to you, my dear friend, in hopes of hearing your thoughts and getting your expert advice in this matter so I may make him my own.”
It was quiet in the shop for several long moments, Alastor’s static feedback getting gradually louder as he became more agitated from her lack of response.
He lifts his eyes when he feels Rosie’s hands cover his own on top of his microphone, ceasing their inane movements that were so unlike him. She looked genuinely taken aback by his confession, but not horrified, which was a good sign.
“Alastor, I’ve gotta admit, you’re really giving me a run for my money,” she tells him softly.