“I’m bored!” Angel Dust slumped backwards onto the bar, narrowly avoiding his cocktail.

“And you come to me for entertainment, of course,” Alastor said. “Did you have something in mind?”

“No. Too bored to think.”

He hummed, the vibration carrying through the air. “Can you sew?”

Angel gets bored, Alastor teaches him how to sew. Radiodust if you want to read it that way, but no actual romance. You don't need to read the first fic to understand this one.