At first, Angel didn't move. The spider simply stared down at the other demon with a studying look. This was far enough. He didn't really intend to sleep with the radio demon. Forcing people ain't his style. He was just venting his frustrations out on the poor deer. Losing his steam, Angel exhaled moving slowly to sit up, his third pair disappearing again into his body. Before he got off completely, he placed his hands on Alastor's chest to stare down at him with a bitterly sad expression.
"You can't handle me..."
And with that he lifted his leg to roll off to free Alastor and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to him. Don't let him see you cry. Angel bowed his head to cast his face in shadows and his hands went back to clutch his shoulders. God he felt to dirty.
In a moment of raw honestly, Angel murmured just barely loud enough for Alastor to hear. "But..... thanks..... I mean it.... And..... I'm sorry."
Alastor sat up, ears still down as he gripped at his arms, breathing shallowly as he tried to quell the panic attack. Control...get it back under control...At least long enough to get back to his own room for the full freakout.
"You're...you're welcome, Angel," he stuttered out. "And...and it's fine. No harm done."
Alastor's shadow moved between them in shadow stag form, nuzzling Angel with its nose.
Silence stretched between the two. Boy, this got really awkward now for some reason. Though, Angel knew he was to blame for most of it. He was being kind of an ass towards Alastor. But before things got too far out of hand, something cold pressed up against the spider's cheek and he shivered visibly. His head napped up to see the stag standing behind him. Angel almost forgotten about the shadow.
Turning his body to face the shadow properly, a slight smile had returned to his face as he raised a hand to stroke it's neck. "Guess I should be thankin' ya too, huh? You... stopped me from getting to Val and kept me safe in the fighting. So... ah.... Thank you-... Wait... Al? Does it have a name?"
Strange, something that was a part of Alastor seemed to possess a different personality... Or maybe it was his personality, just severed from the rest of his body. Honestly, he didn't know how the radio demon's magic worked. The shadow appeared to have its own thoughts and feelings so it just felt wrong not naming it.
Angel's eyebrows knitted together. "Seriously? You've had this sweet as fuck shadow dopple and never once thought 'Hm, I should name it'? What do you say? 'Hey you! Shadow!' Doesn't seem right."
His hand traveled up the shadow deer's neck to scratch at the flicking ear, thinking to himself. Then, as if he decided something, gave the stag an affirmative nod.
"Fine. I'll name yeah." The ear scritches grew more intense as Angel mumbled to himself. "If I were a shadowy murder deer, what would be my name?... Shadow.... shadow... Shad-doe? Doe? No, no, no... Thats a female dear. What's a male deer?... A stag? Staggerson? Fuck, that's lame... Buck? OH! Thats it! Buckley! I like the sound of that. Can even shorten it to cute pet names like Al~ Perfect. Its decided. You're Buckley. You like that?"
"I never really had to call it by name. It knows when I want it." Then he gave Angel an incredulous look. "Sweet? Hardly. It's helped me on many a rampage."
As Angel began struggling to name the shadow, it gave a downright smug look to Alastor as it leaned into its ear getting scratched. Alastor felt one of his own ears twitch in response.
No. He'd never admit to it. Not in a million years.
In response to the name, the stag momentarily lifted his head to transform back into a shadow version of Alastor, clearly preening at the name...
...and then promptly shoved his very humanoid head back underneath Angel's attentive fingers.
"You say that as if its a bad thing. Who do ya think you're talking to? Do you not remember I got mu hands dirty in a turf war? I've had my fair share of rampages. Been here longer than you have." Angel snorts at Alastor, not stopping his diligent ear scratching.
Angel watched the shadow with dep amusement as it reacted to its new found name. Though it gave Angel pause when its form shifted into a visage of its master. This... this was weird right? Scratching his ears when he's like this? Meh, who cares?
Weird thoughts started to bubble inside that twisted head of his... Could he makeout with a shadow? Probably be like kissing a corpse. Oh! Does that mean he could technically have a three-way with Al? They are the same... So many possibilities.
"I take it that you like it." Angel chuckled as he reached up to double scritch those ears. "Whose a good murder deer, Buckley?"
"I just wouldn't use the term 'sweet' when referring to my shadow."
In response to Angel's increased affection, the shadow's grin widened. It leaned into the affection, about ready to drape itself all over Angel. Ah, yes. You'd like to be in its spot, master. It knows it.
The other little shadow creatures were starting to get curious, peeking out of their shadows to see what was going on.
Alastor groaned at the queries in his head. His smile tightened as he placed a hand to his head. "One at a time..."
"What do ya mean? He looks pretty sweet now. Look at him." Angel smirks at the shadow who had just melted right into his hands. Heh, like master like pet? That one drunken night was still vivid in his mind.
Angel's rising mood came to an abrupt halt as he heard Alastor muttering to himself. With Buckley leaning into him, no longer obstructing his view from the other demon, he could see something was off about him. Well, more than usual. Damn, most definitely his fault. Guilt again bared down on him for being a horny asshole.
He then cast his gaze towards the darkest parts of the room which had small patches of lighter shadows in sets of two.
"You can come out."
Immediately, little shadow creatures swarmed into the main part of the room, surrounding the duo on the floor, on the ceiling, and even positioned around the bed. They didn't speak a word that Angel could hear but Alastor could hear them loud and clear.
"One at a time," he reminded them. "When you're all chattering at once, it gives me a headache."
Angel's eyes shot open a bit startled as dark forms emerged from all corners of his room, his hands snapped back to clutch at his chest. Its not that he found the shadows alarming. How were they any different from Buckley? No, it was the thought of not knowing he had an audience to his dickholery. So... were they always around. I mean... always. You know..... when he's alone in his room... when he thinks no one is around.... Should he be charging peeping fees?
Still looking a bit tense, Angel turned a glance at Alastor, "You can hear them? Man thats gotta.... suck?"
"It's a double-edged sword," Alastor said dryly. "They were lonely when I arrived and when they realized I could hear them, they latched on to me. They're everywhere in Hell."
One of the little creatures wandered over to Alastor to tug on his pant leg.
Alastor looked down. Anyone else wouldn't be able to tell the difference between all the little ones. However, Alastor knew them. "Ah yes. Thank you again for your assistance earlier. All of you."
With that, Alastor held out his hands and summoned a sphere of glowing green power in his hands about the size of a basketball.
The little shadows eagerly swarmed Alastor, each siphoning off some of the orb's magic until none of it remained. They mutely chittered as they enjoyed their "snack".
Angel continued to watch Alastor with wide eyed fascination. He had heard all terrifying stories about the radio demon's cruelty and immense power. Tonight, even though he spent most of it having his face buried in Buckley's inky fur, he had seen the aftermath of his wrath. He brought one of the untouchable Vs to their knees. And he had a feeling that wasn't even half of his strength. But... right now... There was a strange tenderness to his actions, tending to the shadow creatures like beloved pets. If only the other demons could see him the way Angel did.
Without realizing it, Angel found himself smiling softly as the scene played out. Despite whatever excuses reasons the other demon had for the things he did, Angel couldn't ignore the facts. Alastor went out of his way to heal him when he was broken and today, he pulled his ass out of the fire. His toy or not, it was still one of the nicest thing someone has done for him.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his palms, Angel lets out a long dreamy sigh. "I can see you have a soft spot for them. Careful now Smiles. What would the others think if they knew you were such a softy?"
Alastor had a soft spot for the little shadow creatures. They weren't bound to him like his personal shadow and could come and go as they pleased, but they had been his primary source of company after his big debut. Until Niffty came along, he'd been all alone with nothing but his own thoughts, his internal receiver, and their chittering to accompany him. Really, they were less like pets to him and more like children. They could talk, after all, but no one else could hear them.
He was a monster that scared the other monsters. He selected the worst of the worst for his meals, passing over those like the lamb demon in the butcher shop. Like a forest fire, his purpose was to burn away the deadwood and allow for new growth. And like a forest fire, nobody liked being around him in case they got burned.
Alastor snorted at Angel's comment, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "No one would ever believe it even if they saw it for themselves. I am the Radio Demon after all."
And as everyone knew the Radio Demon had no heart.
Alastor didn't deny it. Angel knew it, he was sweet on them the big ole softy. The spider chuckled quietly to himself shaking his head before leveling a tender glance Alastor's way.
"Well I know." His tone was even and soft, flashing Al with a sly wink. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. No one would believe me anyways."
A pregnant pause passed between them before Angel realized he was just staring at Al like some love struck high-schooler and he quickly snapped his head away to look intently at the opposing wall. God, he really hated himself right now, burning up inside with embarrassment and instant regret.
He ran a hand through his bangs, laughing nervously. "I ah.... should really clean my self up. I probably look as shitty as I feel. And uh..... thanks... again..."
Alastor looked back at Angel, ears pricking as he saw the way Angel was looking at him. Oh dear. Had Angel breathed in some of Valentino's wretched smoke after all?
"Are you injured anywhere? I should've checked earlier..."
Dammit. This was so awkward. Still, it wouldn't do if Angel was hurt and he injured himself further from lingering side effects from whatever Valentino had pumped into his system.
Angel tensed slightly. The dark sinful voices in his head hissed yessss let him put his hands on you and he desperately tried to stove the thoughts down. Now was not the time for that. Not right after he... It was the drugs talking... Fuck.
"Naw, I'm all right. I just.... need some rest." Physically yes, emotionally no. You can't fix the problems he got. "You should be more worried about yourself. Didn't you mention that you wanted to wash all that demon stink off?"
Alastor nodded. "Very well. I'll leave you to your rest then."
He really did want to get whatever Valentino's smoke was made of off of him. The lingering stench was horrid.
"I suppose I'll see you whenever you get up tomorrow! Until then..."
Alastor jumped to his feet and bowed before his shadows wrapped around him. Then he was gone from Angel's room and back in his own.
His shadow eyed him.
"...Fine. I could do with some privacy anyway."
His shadow eagerly zipped away back to Angel's room. The other shadows had dispersed at Alastor's exit, so the shadow curled up in a comfy darkened corner to listen for any trouble.
The rest of Angel's night was uneventful. After Alastor's departure, he just stared blankly at the walls wrestling with his inner demons for a bit. But he was eventually true to his words, rising up to go clean himself up. There was not enough hot water in Hell to ever truly wash away how filthy he felt after a night working at that shithole club.
It would be another dreamless night as Angel finally lays his tired head to rest. Having no dreams was the better alternative than playing through his nightmares like some shitty movie reel. So when the morning came, Angel didn't really feel all that well rested. But it was better than nothing. His head was throbbing while his whole body ached, craving more of that pleasant poison. Oh yes... the day after the killer high was always so fun. The worse part wasn't even the itch for the next hit.. it was the clarity of his actions from the day before. That gnawing shame and guilt. And last night... he had plenty to feel real shitty about.
Reluctantly Angel rolled out of bed to get dressed for that day. Even though it was the same old outfit he worn everyday, he made sure not a stitch was out of place as he looked himself over in the mirror peering. Everything had to be perfect. Once he felt like he looked presentable, he marched down the hall to the radio demon's door.
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You fucking coward, knock on the damn door! It's just a fucking door! Raise that hand and punch it. Fucking hell.
Angel was glad that at this time of day that the hall were empty so no one could see him standing there like a creepy statue. But after a bit more screaming at himself he did raise his hand to softly rasp his knuckles on his door.
The only answer Angel got was Alastor's shadow sweeping up from behind, projecting itself against the door. It grinned at Angel, raising a hand in a silent wave.
It had stayed all night but had hesitated in doing anything. Honestly, it was a bit better than its master at emotions but it still lacked much in the way of social skills. The best it could think to do the night before was to watch and wait.
Alastor himself was downstairs cooking. Cooking made sense when little else did. The right ingredients, the right timing, and one had a delicious meal. And if Alastor was making enough for the full staff of the hotel and their one guest, well, that was fine, too. Seeing others rave over his cooking was a solid ego boost.
He hummed to himself as he listened to his various dishes, nose periodically twitching as he smelled his hard work.
Oh noooo. Shit, fuck, shit! Buckley! How could Angel almost forgot about him. No doubt he had front row seats to his awkward fidget show. Dammit, he had a direct line to Alastor. Fuck his life in the assssss.
Flashing the best smile he could Angel waved back at the shadow. "Oh, mornin' Buck. You... wouldn't happen to know where your master is, do you? And..." He leans in close to whisper. "... if ya keep quiet about what you saw, there are extra ear scratches for you in the future."
The shadow's ears pricked up, smile widening exponentially. Oh yes. Ear scratches would be very good.
It shifted its shape in a bit of shadow puppetry, creating a silhouette of Alastor at the stove cooking. It even included little music notes drifting away from the little Alastor.
Then it shifted back, leaning towards Angel expectantly.
It was almost cute watching Buckley get excited over head scratches. This might be a good thing that he could be bribed so easily. Maybe he could put in a good word to the boss man for him. Smirking to himself, Angel watched Buck's little shadow play. Ah, the kitchen! Well shit, he made a fool of himself for nothing.
As promised, Angel reached out to give the shadow a good scratch behind the ears. "That's a good boy. Thanks Bucky. I owe ya more later."
Angel gave him one more hardy scritch before turning on his heels to head down stairs. Reaching the landing, the rich smell of something being freshly prepared hits Angel's nose. What ever he was making... it smelt delicious. But his pace slowed as he approached the doorway into the kitchen. No, no, no. You already went through this. Don't be a fucking coward.
Steeling his nerves, Angel once more made sure his outward appearance was flawless, flattening the hem of his jacket before strolling into the room like he owned the place. Fake it til you make it.
"Morning Smiles~" Angel beamed mustering up the best grin he could, crossing the floor over to his side to peer over his shoulder. "What are you making?"
Typically Alastor took his jacket off when cooking along with rolling up his sleeves. It had less to do with the aesthetic and more to do with he didn't want to get food onto his clothes. Today, however, Alastor's jacket remained on and his arms were fully covered. Last night had given him more than his fill of physical contact for at least a day. The extra clothing relaxed him as did cooking.
Though he gave Angel a bright smile, pretending that last night hadn't happened. Perhaps the spider didn't remember it, too high on whatever had been in his system. "Ah, good morning, Angel! I decided to go with something a bit simpler today: scrambled eggs, bacon, buttermilk biscuits, Cajun hashbrowns, fried apples, and beignets." He gently nudged Angel backwards and to the side with an elbow. "If you're going to watch, I'd prefer you weren't in firing range, so to speak."
He could feel his shadow slipping back into place at his feet as he continued stirring the contents of his sizzling skillet: the hashbrowns. Smells of baking goods wafted from the oven. A small pot held sliced apples that were bubbling away in a syrup made from their own juices and cinnamon. The bacon and eggs he'd do last so they were still hot when served.
Right.... simple. Bitch please! Simple was a bowl of cereal over expired milk! Or cold pizza full of last night's regrets. That was simple. Smiles was over here cooking like some little house wife. If this was his idea of an easy meal, he wanted to see what a complicated breakfast was. However, that small nudge brought him crashing back down. Sure, Al could have been telling the truth that he was "in the splash zone", but part of him couldn't help to think that the other demon didn't want the adult starlet anywhere near him. Which... fair. He couldn't fault him on that. Still hurts.
Taking the hint, Angel backed off and drifted a ways off from Alastor to his right. On a bit of clean counter top space, Angel hoisted himself on top of the cool marble.
"Say Al.... could I talk to you for a minute?" Angel's head was bowed, staring at his laced fingers in his lap. "Its... about last night."
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"You can't handle me..."
And with that he lifted his leg to roll off to free Alastor and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to him. Don't let him see you cry. Angel bowed his head to cast his face in shadows and his hands went back to clutch his shoulders. God he felt to dirty.
In a moment of raw honestly, Angel murmured just barely loud enough for Alastor to hear. "But..... thanks..... I mean it.... And..... I'm sorry."
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"You're...you're welcome, Angel," he stuttered out. "And...and it's fine. No harm done."
Alastor's shadow moved between them in shadow stag form, nuzzling Angel with its nose.
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Turning his body to face the shadow properly, a slight smile had returned to his face as he raised a hand to stroke it's neck. "Guess I should be thankin' ya too, huh? You... stopped me from getting to Val and kept me safe in the fighting. So... ah.... Thank you-... Wait... Al? Does it have a name?"
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"Hmm? Oh, no. It's my shadow, after all. It can act independently but it's still part of me," Alastor explained.
Calm down...calm down...there. Now breathe, you idiot, before you do something truly humiliating.
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Angel's eyebrows knitted together. "Seriously? You've had this sweet as fuck shadow dopple and never once thought 'Hm, I should name it'? What do you say? 'Hey you! Shadow!' Doesn't seem right."
His hand traveled up the shadow deer's neck to scratch at the flicking ear, thinking to himself. Then, as if he decided something, gave the stag an affirmative nod.
"Fine. I'll name yeah." The ear scritches grew more intense as Angel mumbled to himself. "If I were a shadowy murder deer, what would be my name?... Shadow.... shadow... Shad-doe? Doe? No, no, no... Thats a female dear. What's a male deer?... A stag? Staggerson? Fuck, that's lame... Buck? OH! Thats it! Buckley! I like the sound of that. Can even shorten it to cute pet names like Al~ Perfect. Its decided. You're Buckley. You like that?"
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As Angel began struggling to name the shadow, it gave a downright smug look to Alastor as it leaned into its ear getting scratched. Alastor felt one of his own ears twitch in response.
No. He'd never admit to it. Not in a million years.
In response to the name, the stag momentarily lifted his head to transform back into a shadow version of Alastor, clearly preening at the name...
...and then promptly shoved his very humanoid head back underneath Angel's attentive fingers.
Alastor's ear gave another twitch.
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Angel watched the shadow with dep amusement as it reacted to its new found name. Though it gave Angel pause when its form shifted into a visage of its master. This... this was weird right? Scratching his ears when he's like this? Meh, who cares?
Weird thoughts started to bubble inside that twisted head of his... Could he makeout with a shadow? Probably be like kissing a corpse. Oh! Does that mean he could technically have a three-way with Al? They are the same... So many possibilities.
"I take it that you like it." Angel chuckled as he reached up to double scritch those ears. "Whose a good murder deer, Buckley?"
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In response to Angel's increased affection, the shadow's grin widened. It leaned into the affection, about ready to drape itself all over Angel. Ah, yes. You'd like to be in its spot, master. It knows it.
The other little shadow creatures were starting to get curious, peeking out of their shadows to see what was going on.
Alastor groaned at the queries in his head. His smile tightened as he placed a hand to his head. "One at a time..."
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Angel's rising mood came to an abrupt halt as he heard Alastor muttering to himself. With Buckley leaning into him, no longer obstructing his view from the other demon, he could see something was off about him. Well, more than usual. Damn, most definitely his fault. Guilt again bared down on him for being a horny asshole.
"...You alight, Al?"
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He then cast his gaze towards the darkest parts of the room which had small patches of lighter shadows in sets of two.
"You can come out."
Immediately, little shadow creatures swarmed into the main part of the room, surrounding the duo on the floor, on the ceiling, and even positioned around the bed. They didn't speak a word that Angel could hear but Alastor could hear them loud and clear.
"One at a time," he reminded them. "When you're all chattering at once, it gives me a headache."
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Still looking a bit tense, Angel turned a glance at Alastor, "You can hear them? Man thats gotta.... suck?"
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One of the little creatures wandered over to Alastor to tug on his pant leg.
Alastor looked down. Anyone else wouldn't be able to tell the difference between all the little ones. However, Alastor knew them. "Ah yes. Thank you again for your assistance earlier. All of you."
With that, Alastor held out his hands and summoned a sphere of glowing green power in his hands about the size of a basketball.
The little shadows eagerly swarmed Alastor, each siphoning off some of the orb's magic until none of it remained. They mutely chittered as they enjoyed their "snack".
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Without realizing it, Angel found himself smiling softly as the scene played out. Despite whatever
excusesreasons the other demon had for the things he did, Angel couldn't ignore the facts. Alastor went out of his way to heal him when he was broken and today, he pulled his ass out of the fire. His toy or not, it was still one of the nicest thing someone has done for him.Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his palms, Angel lets out a long dreamy sigh. "I can see you have a soft spot for them. Careful now Smiles. What would the others think if they knew you were such a softy?"
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He was a monster that scared the other monsters. He selected the worst of the worst for his meals, passing over those like the lamb demon in the butcher shop. Like a forest fire, his purpose was to burn away the deadwood and allow for new growth. And like a forest fire, nobody liked being around him in case they got burned.
Alastor snorted at Angel's comment, folding his hands neatly in his lap. "No one would ever believe it even if they saw it for themselves. I am the Radio Demon after all."
And as everyone knew the Radio Demon had no heart.
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"Well I know." His tone was even and soft, flashing Al with a sly wink. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. No one would believe me anyways."
A pregnant pause passed between them before Angel realized he was just staring at Al like some love struck high-schooler and he quickly snapped his head away to look intently at the opposing wall. God, he really hated himself right now, burning up inside with embarrassment and instant regret.
He ran a hand through his bangs, laughing nervously. "I ah.... should really clean my self up. I probably look as shitty as I feel. And uh..... thanks... again..."
Smooth.
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Alastor looked back at Angel, ears pricking as he saw the way Angel was looking at him. Oh dear. Had Angel breathed in some of Valentino's wretched smoke after all?
"Are you injured anywhere? I should've checked earlier..."
Dammit. This was so awkward. Still, it wouldn't do if Angel was hurt and he injured himself further from lingering side effects from whatever Valentino had pumped into his system.
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"Naw, I'm all right. I just.... need some rest." Physically yes, emotionally no. You can't fix the problems he got. "You should be more worried about yourself. Didn't you mention that you wanted to wash all that demon stink off?"
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He really did want to get whatever Valentino's smoke was made of off of him. The lingering stench was horrid.
"I suppose I'll see you whenever you get up tomorrow! Until then..."
Alastor jumped to his feet and bowed before his shadows wrapped around him. Then he was gone from Angel's room and back in his own.
His shadow eyed him.
"...Fine. I could do with some privacy anyway."
His shadow eagerly zipped away back to Angel's room. The other shadows had dispersed at Alastor's exit, so the shadow curled up in a comfy darkened corner to listen for any trouble.
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It would be another dreamless night as Angel finally lays his tired head to rest. Having no dreams was the better alternative than playing through his nightmares like some shitty movie reel. So when the morning came, Angel didn't really feel all that well rested. But it was better than nothing. His head was throbbing while his whole body ached, craving more of that pleasant poison. Oh yes... the day after the killer high was always so fun. The worse part wasn't even the itch for the next hit.. it was the clarity of his actions from the day before. That gnawing shame and guilt. And last night... he had plenty to feel real shitty about.
Reluctantly Angel rolled out of bed to get dressed for that day. Even though it was the same old outfit he worn everyday, he made sure not a stitch was out of place as he looked himself over in the mirror peering. Everything had to be perfect. Once he felt like he looked presentable, he marched down the hall to the radio demon's door.
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You fucking coward, knock on the damn door! It's just a fucking door! Raise that hand and punch it. Fucking hell.
Angel was glad that at this time of day that the hall were empty so no one could see him standing there like a creepy statue. But after a bit more screaming at himself he did raise his hand to softly rasp his knuckles on his door.
"Al? You awake?"
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It had stayed all night but had hesitated in doing anything. Honestly, it was a bit better than its master at emotions but it still lacked much in the way of social skills. The best it could think to do the night before was to watch and wait.
Alastor himself was downstairs cooking. Cooking made sense when little else did. The right ingredients, the right timing, and one had a delicious meal. And if Alastor was making enough for the full staff of the hotel and their one guest, well, that was fine, too. Seeing others rave over his cooking was a solid ego boost.
He hummed to himself as he listened to his various dishes, nose periodically twitching as he smelled his hard work.
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Flashing the best smile he could Angel waved back at the shadow. "Oh, mornin' Buck. You... wouldn't happen to know where your master is, do you? And..." He leans in close to whisper. "... if ya keep quiet about what you saw, there are extra ear scratches for you in the future."
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It shifted its shape in a bit of shadow puppetry, creating a silhouette of Alastor at the stove cooking. It even included little music notes drifting away from the little Alastor.
Then it shifted back, leaning towards Angel expectantly.
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As promised, Angel reached out to give the shadow a good scratch behind the ears. "That's a good boy. Thanks Bucky. I owe ya more later."
Angel gave him one more hardy scritch before turning on his heels to head down stairs. Reaching the landing, the rich smell of something being freshly prepared hits Angel's nose. What ever he was making... it smelt delicious. But his pace slowed as he approached the doorway into the kitchen. No, no, no. You already went through this. Don't be a fucking coward.
Steeling his nerves, Angel once more made sure his outward appearance was flawless, flattening the hem of his jacket before strolling into the room like he owned the place. Fake it til you make it.
"Morning Smiles~" Angel beamed mustering up the best grin he could, crossing the floor over to his side to peer over his shoulder. "What are you making?"
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Though he gave Angel a bright smile, pretending that last night hadn't happened. Perhaps the spider didn't remember it, too high on whatever had been in his system. "Ah, good morning, Angel! I decided to go with something a bit simpler today: scrambled eggs, bacon, buttermilk biscuits, Cajun hashbrowns, fried apples, and beignets." He gently nudged Angel backwards and to the side with an elbow. "If you're going to watch, I'd prefer you weren't in firing range, so to speak."
He could feel his shadow slipping back into place at his feet as he continued stirring the contents of his sizzling skillet: the hashbrowns. Smells of baking goods wafted from the oven. A small pot held sliced apples that were bubbling away in a syrup made from their own juices and cinnamon. The bacon and eggs he'd do last so they were still hot when served.
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Taking the hint, Angel backed off and drifted a ways off from Alastor to his right. On a bit of clean counter top space, Angel hoisted himself on top of the cool marble.
"Say Al.... could I talk to you for a minute?" Angel's head was bowed, staring at his laced fingers in his lap. "Its... about last night."
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