[Alastor doesn't watch him. He wants to see how he works when he's not feeling like a fish in a bowl, so the Radio Demon vanishes to his office while the other man works. Besides, he has other things to attend to.
But it's not long before there's only minutes left for Maurice's cleaning gig. He hears the vacuum, so that's good!]
[ At last, every part of the radio station receives some form of attention from Maurice. He favors some areas over others, but he doesn't think he's done too bad for two hours. ]
[Maurice pushes his hair out of his face as he stands outside Alastor's office. He's dusty and sweaty, but feeling confident.]
Two hours goes by in a flash, doesn't it? [he waves his hand and the door creaks closed behind Maurice] Time to see how you did. I will return shortly, so make yourself comfortable.
[there are several large overstuffed chairs to choose from! Alastor melts into a pool of shadows, disappearing to go and inspect the station. Maurice will find the office door locked from the outside if he tries to leave.
[ Maurice's spine straightens up when the door shuts behind him, but he doesn't turn around and look. ]
[What he does do is stand there awkwardly. The chairs look so nice and soft, but his stupid tail makes chairs difficult. He thumps the end of said stupid tail softly against the ground as he waits for Alastor to assess his work. His ears twitch and strain for any sounds of disapproval.]
[A thought enters his head. Are there ghosts in Hell? Is Alastor some kind of ghost? Maybe!!]
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But it's not long before there's only minutes left for Maurice's cleaning gig. He hears the vacuum, so that's good!]
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[ At last, every part of the radio station receives some form of attention from Maurice. He favors some areas over others, but he doesn't think he's done too bad for two hours. ]
[Maurice pushes his hair out of his face as he stands outside Alastor's office. He's dusty and sweaty, but feeling confident.]
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And that's time. Please, come inside.
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I think I got to everything.
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[there are several large overstuffed chairs to choose from! Alastor melts into a pool of shadows, disappearing to go and inspect the station. Maurice will find the office door locked from the outside if he tries to leave.
Alastor wants his work to speak for itself]
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[What he does do is stand there awkwardly. The chairs look so nice and soft, but his stupid tail makes chairs difficult. He thumps the end of said stupid tail softly against the ground as he waits for Alastor to assess his work. His ears twitch and strain for any sounds of disapproval.]
[A thought enters his head. Are there ghosts in Hell? Is Alastor some kind of ghost? Maybe!!]