As Angel was expecting, the other demon just waltz right in. Or rather, teleported in Alastor's case. Unmoving from his cozy little spot on the floor, he readied himself for the mountain of shit that was about to be tossed his way. But it never came.
If the radio demon wanted more to concern himself with, Angel who was usually very liberal with his invasion of other's personal space, instinctively recoiled from Alastor's gentle touch. Wait... Was Alastor actually being kind? What the fuck? This was the last thing Angel would have expected from the other demon, who he made a habit of making his existence hell. Oh man, if this was any other day, having Alastor trying to get him into bed would have been one for the record books. But that was the farthest thought on his mind right now.
Too sore and too tired, Angel couldn't resist against the soft coaxing of Alastor to lead him to his bed. Once standing, Alastor could clearly see the full laundry list of injuries that peppered Angel's body... or at least all the ones that weren't covered by clothing. Most notable was most likely Angel's badly battered face, which he was still trying to conceal with a curtain of white bangs. Not to mention it was probably made worse due to the fact that moments ago he was bailing his eyes out. Fun times all around for Angel.
Crumpling onto his lumpy mattress, Angel went back to resume curling himself into a the smallest ball he could make himself with Fat Nuggets firmly pressed against his chest. "You did it, you're in. What the fuck do you want, Alastor?"
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If the radio demon wanted more to concern himself with, Angel who was usually very liberal with his invasion of other's personal space, instinctively recoiled from Alastor's gentle touch. Wait... Was Alastor actually being kind? What the fuck? This was the last thing Angel would have expected from the other demon, who he made a habit of making his existence hell. Oh man, if this was any other day, having Alastor trying to get him into bed would have been one for the record books. But that was the farthest thought on his mind right now.
Too sore and too tired, Angel couldn't resist against the soft coaxing of Alastor to lead him to his bed. Once standing, Alastor could clearly see the full laundry list of injuries that peppered Angel's body... or at least all the ones that weren't covered by clothing. Most notable was most likely Angel's badly battered face, which he was still trying to conceal with a curtain of white bangs. Not to mention it was probably made worse due to the fact that moments ago he was bailing his eyes out. Fun times all around for Angel.
Crumpling onto his lumpy mattress, Angel went back to resume curling himself into a the smallest ball he could make himself with Fat Nuggets firmly pressed against his chest. "You did it, you're in. What the fuck do you want, Alastor?"