Not pausing to look back at the deer, Angel pressed on for his room. "Naw, nothing is wrong, Smiles. Just if you're going to leave right after this, it would suck ass if the record player doesn't work. I want to test it out."
Reaching the door to Angel's room, the spider pulled Alastor close behind. Once the door was shut and both safely inside, Angel released the radio host to walk over to the stand by his bed placing the case on top. Then he quickly retreated to the other side of his bed, crouching down to fiddle with the hidden contents underneath. Alastor could hear the starlet muttering to himself as he searched but eventually he rose with a dusty box in his claws.
"Found it!" Angel chirped happily making his way back over to the nightstand.
Pulling out a single vinyl he set the box on the floor right next to the bed. Holding the record in his other hands, he carefully flipped the lid up of the briefcase, slipping the record into place. The moment the needle hit the grooves, there was a soft crackle as the small room was filled with music. It brought a smile to Angel's face as he stood there quietly singing to himself as a woman's voice rang over the hum of violins. It works.
With the sweet melody of the music and the warmth of the alcohol in his veins, Angel felt like he was floating. After a moment, he turned to look at Alastor reaching out a hand to him. "Dance with me, Al."
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Reaching the door to Angel's room, the spider pulled Alastor close behind. Once the door was shut and both safely inside, Angel released the radio host to walk over to the stand by his bed placing the case on top. Then he quickly retreated to the other side of his bed, crouching down to fiddle with the hidden contents underneath. Alastor could hear the starlet muttering to himself as he searched but eventually he rose with a dusty box in his claws.
"Found it!" Angel chirped happily making his way back over to the nightstand.
Pulling out a single vinyl he set the box on the floor right next to the bed. Holding the record in his other hands, he carefully flipped the lid up of the briefcase, slipping the record into place. The moment the needle hit the grooves, there was a soft crackle as the small room was filled with music. It brought a smile to Angel's face as he stood there quietly singing to himself as a woman's voice rang over the hum of violins. It works.
With the sweet melody of the music and the warmth of the alcohol in his veins, Angel felt like he was floating. After a moment, he turned to look at Alastor reaching out a hand to him. "Dance with me, Al."