Strange, something that was a part of Alastor seemed to possess a different personality... Or maybe it was his personality, just severed from the rest of his body. Honestly, he didn't know how the radio demon's magic worked. The shadow appeared to have its own thoughts and feelings so it just felt wrong not naming it.

Angel's eyebrows knitted together. "Seriously? You've had this sweet as fuck shadow dopple and never once thought 'Hm, I should name it'? What do you say? 'Hey you! Shadow!' Doesn't seem right."

His hand traveled up the shadow deer's neck to scratch at the flicking ear, thinking to himself. Then, as if he decided something, gave the stag an affirmative nod.

"Fine. I'll name yeah." The ear scritches grew more intense as Angel mumbled to himself. "If I were a shadowy murder deer, what would be my name?... Shadow.... shadow... Shad-doe? Doe? No, no, no... Thats a female dear. What's a male deer?... A stag? Staggerson? Fuck, that's lame... Buck? OH! Thats it! Buckley! I like the sound of that. Can even shorten it to cute pet names like Al~ Perfect. Its decided. You're Buckley. You like that?"