The tone-arm and the needle? Easily fixed! Alastor forced his ears not to twitch with excitement.
He snapped his fingers to conjure a note, the little shadow creature from before swirling over curiously.
"Take this to the proprietor, please."
The little shadow eagerly did so, giving the decrepit-looking demon at the counter a bit of a start (Alastor wondered if the owner had died old or if it was just one of the man's punishments). Then the demon slowly put away his cellphone and got off of his stool as Alastor went to follow Angel.
By the time the duo would pass the record player again, it'd be gone. It'd be behind the desk on the "Reserved" shelf. If asked, the proprietor would say he received a request for the item but wouldn't tell who.
Alastor did a little bit of browsing himself as he meandered over to Angel. "Anything else catch your eye?"
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He snapped his fingers to conjure a note, the little shadow creature from before swirling over curiously.
"Take this to the proprietor, please."
The little shadow eagerly did so, giving the decrepit-looking demon at the counter a bit of a start (Alastor wondered if the owner had died old or if it was just one of the man's punishments). Then the demon slowly put away his cellphone and got off of his stool as Alastor went to follow Angel.
By the time the duo would pass the record player again, it'd be gone. It'd be behind the desk on the "Reserved" shelf. If asked, the proprietor would say he received a request for the item but wouldn't tell who.
Alastor did a little bit of browsing himself as he meandered over to Angel. "Anything else catch your eye?"