He smiled at me when he saw me, before he jogged towards me. Ignoring the fact that he's sweaty and half naked, he scooped me up in a bone crushing hug. He didn't forget to slap my butt while he's at it.
That dork.
"What is this?" I asked him, as all the shirtless men increased in numbers behind him, "A workout cult?"
Alastor looked at me with eyes shining bright, as if he's about to tell me something exciting, "I have made new friends!" He says, "And they're all like me."
Looking behind him, I'm seeing at least fifteen more shirtless men around the barracks, talking and laughing while completely covered in sweat. It was a sight to behold, really. So I can't complain. Who doesn't like half naked men?
Alastor then grabbed my face before he leaned down to kiss me, "Eyes on the prize, ba
