Angel basked in the glow of everyone's shock at his handy work, still keeping tight lipped about how he managed to steal such a shot. He was a man with many talents~ But trust him, it wasn't easy. One of the good things about having so much time on his hands, it allowed him to capture this moment. His first few attempts were a complete disaster. Using his mobile hell phone, all the pictures distorted Alastor's face like some creepy horror movie curse. At first he thought it was just the lighting or his phone was fucked up, but it kept happening no matter how much he tried. He was about to give up when one day he was bored out his gourd, Angel found an old dusty film camera up in the cobweb infested old attic. Thankfully for him, it still worked and had a roll of film inside. But even then, there was a lot of trail and error to get the perfect photo. It was a pretty damn good shot if he didn't say so himself. When he found that pocket watch at the antique shop, he knew he had to do something more.
His high didn't last long as Alastor abruptly teleported away. Angel could feel his heart plummet to his stomach, his eyes going wide. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Did he do something wrong? Did he not like it? What did he do? Or... Was that it? He said he was going to leave after the gifts. He told no one else but him about that. So did he leave? In silent panic the spider sat frozen as the other residence gave each other knowing looks, all wordlessly agreeing to give the radio demon his space. For the next minute or so it felt like Angel was having an outer body experience, not fully connected to everyone else gathering around the tree to pass out the presents nestled beneath. Angel needed some air.... or another stiff drink. The latter won.
Finally gaining control of his body again, he rose to his feet to walk back over to the bar but something red caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped over to see Alastor sitting by himself, alone, in the kitchen. The deer was still here. Relief surged through him and he quietly slipped away from the party to loom in the doorway. Secretly he watched Alastor for a moment, studying the sour expression on his face. Fuck. Did he screw up? Angel sighed, rapping his knuckles gently on the wood frame to announce his presence.
"You okay Al?" Angel asked sheepishly as he slowly stepped into the kitchen. "Sorry if I upset ya."
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His high didn't last long as Alastor abruptly teleported away. Angel could feel his heart plummet to his stomach, his eyes going wide. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Did he do something wrong? Did he not like it? What did he do? Or... Was that it? He said he was going to leave after the gifts. He told no one else but him about that. So did he leave? In silent panic the spider sat frozen as the other residence gave each other knowing looks, all wordlessly agreeing to give the radio demon his space. For the next minute or so it felt like Angel was having an outer body experience, not fully connected to everyone else gathering around the tree to pass out the presents nestled beneath. Angel needed some air.... or another stiff drink. The latter won.
Finally gaining control of his body again, he rose to his feet to walk back over to the bar but something red caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped over to see Alastor sitting by himself, alone, in the kitchen. The deer was still here. Relief surged through him and he quietly slipped away from the party to loom in the doorway. Secretly he watched Alastor for a moment, studying the sour expression on his face. Fuck. Did he screw up? Angel sighed, rapping his knuckles gently on the wood frame to announce his presence.
"You okay Al?" Angel asked sheepishly as he slowly stepped into the kitchen. "Sorry if I upset ya."