Alastor's ears shot up in surprise. He blushed and averted his eyes as best he could as he adjusted his grip to carry Angel in his arms. Honestly, compared to the dead weight of a corpse, Angel weighed nothing at all.
He glanced at the corset again and gave a sigh. "Oh, Angel. You shouldn't have taken my advice. Corsets aren't to Husker's taste."
Given how he'd come on to Alastor, it was possible Angel had wanted to spend the night with him instead of Husk, but Alastor knew that wouldn't be possible. Not even if the man had been sober. It would've been too much too soon assuming anything happened at all.
Probably nothing would've happened. Let's be realistic.
His shadow pulled back the blankets so Alastor could properly tuck in Angel. He looked down at the sleeping form and snapped his fingers, teleporting back downstairs even as he removed the corset, doused the lights, and left fresh food and water for Fat Nuggets.
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As Alastor appeared next to the front door, Husk raised a brow at him from his place in the doorframe leading to the lounge.
"Ah, Husker! Just so you know, Angel passed out and will have to pay his tab at a later date!"
Husk's brow only arched a little higher. "You knocked him out, didn't you?"
"Given the circumstances, I felt it was prudent, yes."
The cat waited but Alastor didn't elaborate. Instead he sighed as the Radio Demon proclaimed, "Well then, I'll be off! If I don't see any of you all before the Cleanse, I hope to see you after!"
Charlie gave an awkward smile. "Are you sure, Al? You know you can stay."
Alastor chuckled. "Thank you, my dear, but I'll be back before you start to miss me! Adieu, everyone!"
With that, the Radio Demon swept out of the front door and into the darkness.
Husk sighed and straightened up, looking to Niffty. "All right, Niffty. Let's see what he left behind this year."
Charlie blinked. "Wait, what?"
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Alastor teleported directly into the parlor he'd built into the radio tower on the edge of the pentagram, collapsing back into his worn, overstuffed chair. He closed his eyes for a moment as his magic ignited the fireplace he'd added to the former performers' lounge.
His shadow swept in front of him, its smile distressed as he allowed his own smiling mask to shatter. A snap of his fingers, and he was out of his typical "Radio Demon" attire, now clothed in simple pajamas, house robe, and slippers. He poured himself a generous glass of cognac from the bottle that appeared beside him.
"Make sure nobody comes," Alastor told his shadow.
The shadow nodded and disappeared, leaving Alastor to the first of many drinks to come.
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He glanced at the corset again and gave a sigh. "Oh, Angel. You shouldn't have taken my advice. Corsets aren't to Husker's taste."
Given how he'd come on to Alastor, it was possible Angel had wanted to spend the night with him instead of Husk, but Alastor knew that wouldn't be possible. Not even if the man had been sober. It would've been too much too soon assuming anything happened at all.
Probably nothing would've happened. Let's be realistic.
His shadow pulled back the blankets so Alastor could properly tuck in Angel. He looked down at the sleeping form and snapped his fingers, teleporting back downstairs even as he removed the corset, doused the lights, and left fresh food and water for Fat Nuggets.
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As Alastor appeared next to the front door, Husk raised a brow at him from his place in the doorframe leading to the lounge.
"Ah, Husker! Just so you know, Angel passed out and will have to pay his tab at a later date!"
Husk's brow only arched a little higher. "You knocked him out, didn't you?"
"Given the circumstances, I felt it was prudent, yes."
The cat waited but Alastor didn't elaborate. Instead he sighed as the Radio Demon proclaimed, "Well then, I'll be off! If I don't see any of you all before the Cleanse, I hope to see you after!"
Charlie gave an awkward smile. "Are you sure, Al? You know you can stay."
Alastor chuckled. "Thank you, my dear, but I'll be back before you start to miss me! Adieu, everyone!"
With that, the Radio Demon swept out of the front door and into the darkness.
Husk sighed and straightened up, looking to Niffty. "All right, Niffty. Let's see what he left behind this year."
Charlie blinked. "Wait, what?"
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Alastor teleported directly into the parlor he'd built into the radio tower on the edge of the pentagram, collapsing back into his worn, overstuffed chair. He closed his eyes for a moment as his magic ignited the fireplace he'd added to the former performers' lounge.
His shadow swept in front of him, its smile distressed as he allowed his own smiling mask to shatter. A snap of his fingers, and he was out of his typical "Radio Demon" attire, now clothed in simple pajamas, house robe, and slippers. He poured himself a generous glass of cognac from the bottle that appeared beside him.
"Make sure nobody comes," Alastor told his shadow.
The shadow nodded and disappeared, leaving Alastor to the first of many drinks to come.