"How can you possibly have perfect timing in music but absolute shit timing with everything else?!" Husk demanded of his employer.

Alastor gave a playful shrug before turning his attention to Angel's question.

"I don't think so?" He patted down his jacket. "Though I do seem to have misplaced it. One moment!"

His ears pricked straight up as he closed his eyes and pinged the infernal device with his radio waves. The cellular network piggybacked on his own signal, making it simple enough to find his phone so long as it was charged.

However, doing so would show that the edges of his ears were a tad more ragged than usual, a bit of the fur in one black tip matted as if the ear had gotten wet at some point.

He opened his eyes as he received the response. "My apologies, I seem to have left it on the charger in my room again!"