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Angel Dust ([personal profile] itsytitsyspider) wrote2021-10-14 12:15 pm
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Behind Closed Doors



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lonelysmiles: (Hello!)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
This was absolutely how Alastor experienced Hell. Honestly, every shop they went into, the proprietor was eager to help them find whatever they wanted just so Alastor would leave. All the while, Alastor kept up his smile though it was a bit tight from discomfort.

Honestly, he'd missed spending time with the spider. At least having someone to talk to that wasn't under contract with him had been nice.

"It's certainly given me some ideas!" He'd found out a lot of what Angel wasn't interested in. If nothing else, the latter half of the shopping trip should net him some solid ideas. "Now how about we get your portion done, hmm?"
lonelysmiles: (Uh Oh)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, by the time he got to that "one last stop", Alastor was beginning to wonder if he really would need to be a pack mule. Or at least a pack stag. It wasn't necessarily that they were heavy but just so many of them to hang on to...!

"Certainly! And then I also offered to treat you to a meal!"

And, boy, was Alastor going to need some food. Some of what Angel had bought would be frozen solid if they passed through the shadows back to the hotel. No matter. Going into all the little shops, Alastor had mentally bookmarked items that Angel had paused over but ultimately not picked up, some more regretfully than others.

As they approached the lingerie shop, Alastor naively hoped they were going to one of the shops next to it. But as they got closer...

"I'm afraid I don't see why you'd need my help picking, er, undergarments..."
lonelysmiles: Dammit Angel! (Brain Break)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor's grin was a mile wide in pure panic, ears twitching erratically as his face turned the same scarlet as his hair. At one point, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere but where he was.

And then Angel asked for his opinion.

He risked peeking an eye open, knowing that it wasn't likely to be anything even slightly modest.

"Doesn't that much lace itch?" he squeaked, static hissing away with his words.
lonelysmiles: (Uh Oh)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
He had to ask. He had to ask!

Deeply regretting asking if only for Angel's answer, Alastor forced himself to look at the two-piece set. Black on black wasn't the worst combination, of course. It was classic and classy...if one could call lingerie such a thing.

He swallowed. "I suppose it depends on who your intended audience is." Dredging up half-forgotten memories of the Vaudeville stage his mother had performed on, he tried to remember what the costumers would talk about. "I presume it's Husker?"
lonelysmiles: (Introduction - Nervous)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
No. No, he definitely wouldn't understand. That was for sure. But he could understand wanting special attention from someone.

He swallowed and looked at the garment again. "I don't know if I'd use the word 'cute'. 'Classy' comes to mind. Surprisingly so. As for it being Husk's taste in undergarments, well, I couldn't tell you."

It was awkward, being in essence hoisted into a "wingman" position for Husk. Not that he didn't like the cat -- Husk was one of his two favorites, after all! -- but he'd never delved into these sorts of likes and dislikes.
lonelysmiles: Dammit Angel! (Brain Break)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me?!" Alastor yelped, ears flattening as his whole body warmed in a full-body blush.

Oh dear. Oh dear, Angel could not be serious!
lonelysmiles: How adorable! (Being Threatened)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor swallowed the whine the threatened to come up out of his throat. He glanced about.

"...Do I have to pick from this store in particular?" he asked.

Very likely, but if Angel wanted to know, well, Alastor preferred something less risque.
lonelysmiles: (What? No Deal?)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"So the answer is 'yes'," Alastor said, somewhat exasperated.

Well, if he must...

He cast his gaze around before starting to wander the store. Honestly, he felt like he was going to burst into flames from sheer embarrassment. But if he didn't do this, Angel would never let him live it down.

He stopped at a corset made with pink satin with black embroidery. Classy, could even be worn with a gown to look somewhat respectable.

"If I had to pick, this one."
lonelysmiles: (What? No Deal?)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Continued here
lonelysmiles: Dammit Angel! (Brain Break)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor's head snapped towards where Angel had placed the corset, ears pricked with alarm.

"You're going to purchase it?!"

Why? It wasn't like the spider was trying to seduce him!
lonelysmiles: (Seriously Though...)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor gave a mental sigh of relief in time with the shop owner's own relieved exhale. (Angel leaving meant that his terrifying bodyguard would leave, too, after all!)

"Should I be mentally bracing myself for where you'd like to have lunch?" he asked, not entirely joking.

Really, if Angel suggested they have lunch at a strip club, well, Alastor had promised that it'd be his choice. He was deeply regretting not putting qualifiers on his offer.
lonelysmiles: Wait for it... (Keep A Straight Face)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Alastor was going to need quite some time not touching anybody after all this, but he was swallowing that complaint for Angel's sake. He couldn't even blame Angel for this one: Valentino's vengeance was a very real threat even if a pitiful one from Alastor's perspective. If hanging onto him made Angel confident enough to act like himself, then so be it.

Alastor internally sighed with each demon scurrying away the second they saw him. Well, at least Angel was getting a day out and about where he wasn't pawed at every two seconds. He wondered if Angel was enjoying that, but it seemed like a stupid thing to ask. Pointless small talk.

Arriving at the cafe, Alastor tilted his head curiously to one side. "I don't believe I've even noticed this place before! How quaint!"

He slid his arm out from Angel's and walked towards the door, opening it and motioning for Angel to enter first.
lonelysmiles: Ah memories... (So Many Orphans)

[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2021-12-12 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Alastor took his time looking around the place. It wasn't as clean as the places he liked to stop into, but it was clean enough. The few patrons here seemed more intent on their food than seeing who was coming or going in the cafe, so no flood of demons calling for their checks so they could flee in case something displeased the Radio Demon. The waiter, Adder, didn't even seem to notice Alastor...or perhaps he was too focused on Angel.

He mentally slapped himself for not pulling Angel's chair out for him. Honestly, where were his manners?! His mother would box his ears for such a slight...and given how sensitive his ears now were, that would hurt a lot!

He sat down at the table across from Angel, looking out the window. "My, what a lovely little garden! Though I'm surprised that they don't have outdoor seating."

Feeding the birds that came around when he was eating was a tiny pleasure in his eternal damnation. It was almost like having visitors for his meals. He didn't go so far as to talk to them (though not for lack of temptation), but he always took pleasure in them tucking into their own meal as he ate his.
Edited 2021-12-12 14:22 (UTC)

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