Angel gave him a deadpan stare with one of his brows cocked. No hot gos? How boring.
"Just cause I like dick and like to dress up in pretty things doesn't mean- Oh wait yeah... I can see it. Nevermind." Angel shrugged his shoulders at Alastor. "If its Charlie, you could get her a stick of gum and she'd just be over the moon that you ever got her something. For Vags? Hell if I know. Sexy lingerie so her and Chars can have a good time? As for Nif... Rubber gloves for cleanin'?"
"My dear, if I'm going to be forced to do this, I'm going to do it right. Largely because I don't want to deal with Charlie hounding me for doing things halfway."
He folded his hands neatly behind his back.
"What if I sweeten the deal and offer to pick up something for you while we're out? Or perhaps treat you to lunch wherever you'd like?"
The mask Angel wore cracked, his eyes snapping open wide. Anxiety had a death grip on his rib cage making it suddenly hard to breathe. There was no hiding the fear that showed in his eyes. Did Al totally miss the last few weeks? Did he think Angel stayed inside this shitty hotel by choice?
"O-outside?" Angel took a step back, bumping flatly into the wall behind him shaking his head. "I can't. I'm sorry. Best to ask someone else to take with ya."
Angel fidgeted his his hands as he thought silently for a moment. He had a point. And he really wanted to get some fresh air, stretch his legs a bit. Oh hell, it did sound like a lot of fun. Fuck it.
"Alright fine. I'll go with you. But if we get jumped, its on you Smiles. You got it?" Angel huffed.
Huffing a long sigh, Angel nods his head and pushed himself off the wall to walk over to Alastor. The spider would be lying if he wasn't still a little bit scared to be heading outside. But at least with Al by his side, it made him feel better. Safer.
"Yeah, yeah, lets go. Where did you want to hit up first?"
Angel hummed as he thought. If Angel had a clue on who he was shopping for, it would make things easier to narrow it down. But nope, nothing was easy with Al.
"I don't know. That mall seems like a good place to start. How about we go there and walk around to see if anything catches your eye." Angel paused to stare a Al. "So... are we walking or are ya going to..." He raised his hands to wiggle his fingers in the air. "Shadows?"
"If you want less risk of getting caught by one of Valentino's minions, I can teleport us just outside the mall. I'm not familiar enough with the interior to teleport into a store with any measure of safety."
And quite frankly he wasn't in the mood to get stuck between walls or floors.
"That's probably for the best. And beside, I don't know exactly were in the mall to go anyways cause someone won't give me a hint on who I'm shopping for." Angel flashed Al a small pout.
When Alastor out stretched a hand to him, he hesitated. Ever since the morning in the kitchen where he made a fool of himself, Angel had refrained from touching the deer as per his request. Dammit, he could feel those weird feelings squeeze tightly around his stomach.
Its not weird, don't make this weird.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he finally reached out to take his hand.
With that, he took them to the cold, empty blackness Between. Alastor, being used to such a thing had no issues with it. He knew where he was going, but he held tightly to Angel's hand lest he lose the spider in the blackness. Once someone got lost here, it was almost impossible to find them again.
After about a minute or two of walking, he pulled them back into Hell right in front of the Pentagram Mall. His grin tightened with displeasure.
"Here we are!" He turned to Angel. "So, where do we start?"
It wasn't the first time he had the privilege of shadow teleportation. Still didn't make it any less enjoyable. Angel lets out a tiny little yelp as the bone chill freeze hits his fur and instinctively he reached out to pull the deer close. One, for not getting lost in the endless void and two, he was warm.
Thankfully the trip didn't last very long and they stepped back out of the vacant darkness. But now Angel was struck with a different fear, being back out in the public eye. During their travel Angel had wrapped his arms around Alastor's neck, nestling his tits perfectly onto his shoulders and he had yet to remove himself from the other demon. He stood there paralyzed.
Get a grip, man! You got Al.
Remembering who he was with eased him slightly and he slowly uncoiled himself from Alastor. Almost. His arms remained entwined with one of Alastor's holding it against his chest like some sort of security blanket.
"I guess we should start by going inside." Angel snorts a bit wryly, "Ya know those three ladies have very different tastes. Finding one that would suit any of them is going to be a challange."
"I figured that it might be a good idea to pick one out for each and then I'd come back later to actually purchase the gift. It's more convoluted but that way you have no idea what it was that I bought."
It also made sure they'd go to a wide variety of places where he might spy something Angel was legitimately interested in.
"Besides, I assumed you were planning to use me as a pack mule for your own shopping."
Angel gave Alastor a once over with a small smirk growing on his face.
"Aww Al~ For something you don't give two shits about, you sure are putting in a lot of effort. Must be a special little lady." Angel couldn't help but to needle the demon a bit.
If he was boing honest with himself, he missed spending time with him like this. Welp, he's going to take full advantage of his kind offer today. The radio demon was probably going to regret it later...
Arm in arm, Angel lead the pair of them inside the mall. It had the usual crowd and Angel was not stranger to gawking stares. But once the other demons caught sight of the man on his arm, all the color drained from their faces as they quickly scurried away. Was this... how Alastor saw the world? Seemed a bit lonely. Fuck, he was starting to feel a bit guilty about the past few weeks. H-he didn't ran away though! Er, kinda? Maybe? Fuck, focus.
Having Al on his arm was actually sort of nice. It was like the had the whole mall to themselves. He felt more relaxed with each passing moment, popping in and out of shops he thought the girls might enjoy. It was even a bit fun. He almost forgot about the looming threat of Val or his men. But unfortunately Angel was so focused on gift ideas for the girls, he didn't give away any clues on what he might like.
Coming out of a stationary store when Angel dragged them into for Charlie, Angel was still chuckling to himself. "Are you finding any of this helpful, Al?"
This was absolutely how Alastor experienced Hell. Honestly, every shop they went into, the proprietor was eager to help them find whatever they wanted just so Alastor would leave. All the while, Alastor kept up his smile though it was a bit tight from discomfort.
Honestly, he'd missed spending time with the spider. At least having someone to talk to that wasn't under contract with him had been nice.
"It's certainly given me some ideas!" He'd found out a lot of what Angel wasn't interested in. If nothing else, the latter half of the shopping trip should net him some solid ideas. "Now how about we get your portion done, hmm?"
Well, he couldn't go shopping for his Secret Santa with the one in question was standing right there. But hey! He needed to pick up a few things for himself since he couldn't venture out on his own... And Alastor sooo kindly offered to carry his bags. Remembering back through their little trip about a few shops that he wanted to check out.
"Alright! There are a few things I have been meaning to pick up but you know... someone went on a little rampage at a certain club making me a prime target sooo.." Angel shrugged giving Alastor a knowing smirk. "Come on."
Eagerly he tugged at Alastor's arm guiding him to their first destination. Nothing weird, just an artsy little body soap place. He had been running low on his personal body scrub with all his shame showers he was taking. Gathering up several of his favor scents he hurried to go pay for them, offering the bags to Alastor expectantly. But this was only the beginning. Angel processed to drag the deer all other the building, venturing into little clothing boutiques to makeup shops. Towards the end, Angel had acquired quite a bit of cutesy array of bags. Sadly for Alastor, the spider had one more stop on his list...
"Sorry, Al. I have one last stop that I need your help with." With the deer in toe, Angel took him by the hand pulling him in the direction of what was very clearly a lingerie shop.
Honestly, by the time he got to that "one last stop", Alastor was beginning to wonder if he really would need to be a pack mule. Or at least a pack stag. It wasn't necessarily that they were heavy but just so many of them to hang on to...!
"Certainly! And then I also offered to treat you to a meal!"
And, boy, was Alastor going to need some food. Some of what Angel had bought would be frozen solid if they passed through the shadows back to the hotel. No matter. Going into all the little shops, Alastor had mentally bookmarked items that Angel had paused over but ultimately not picked up, some more regretfully than others.
As they approached the lingerie shop, Alastor naively hoped they were going to one of the shops next to it. But as they got closer...
"I'm afraid I don't see why you'd need my help picking, er, undergarments..."
Angel chuckled continuing to tug the deer along behind him. "You're the only one that can, Al. You got no interest in this stuff so you can give me an honest opinion."
Alastor had no choice in the matter. He was going in. Angel wasn't going to give him the choice. For the first time since arriving at the mall, the spider released Alastor to make a bee line for the back corner were all the extra strappy lacey shit was. He looked like a kid in a candy shop as he perused all the sexy bralettes. Eventually settling on one that sparked his curiosity he reach down to pick it up.
Turning to face Alastor he held up a sleek black strappy bra harness that if warn would perfectly snake down the clef of his chest to emphasis it fullness. Clutch in his secondary hand was its matching panty and garter belt set, whose straps ended in a holster style that would wrap around his thighs. There was even cute little black bows that the connecting joints.
"So... what do you think?" Angel posed for Alastor's apporoval.
Alastor's grin was a mile wide in pure panic, ears twitching erratically as his face turned the same scarlet as his hair. At one point, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was anywhere but where he was.
And then Angel asked for his opinion.
He risked peeking an eye open, knowing that it wasn't likely to be anything even slightly modest.
"Doesn't that much lace itch?" he squeaked, static hissing away with his words.
Oh he forgot how much fun it was to watch Alastor squirm. Though that wasn't really his intention. Just a little added bonus. He really did want the deer's thoughts. After all, he knew Husker longer than he did and probably knew more about what he was into.
"Eh, not really. I'm used to wearing this kind of stuff. And besides..." He flashed a smirk. "It ain't meant to stay on for long. So... What do you think? Do you like it?"
Deeply regretting asking if only for Angel's answer, Alastor forced himself to look at the two-piece set. Black on black wasn't the worst combination, of course. It was classic and classy...if one could call lingerie such a thing.
He swallowed. "I suppose it depends on who your intended audience is." Dredging up half-forgotten memories of the Vaudeville stage his mother had performed on, he tried to remember what the costumers would talk about. "I presume it's Husker?"
Bingo. Alastor hit the nail on the head. He must have taken notice of his change of attention. Well, that whole hotel took note of it so it really wasn't much of a surprise. But it was the way Alastor said it that got to him, giving him pause.
Was he feeling a bit guilty all of a sudden? No, Angel had no reason to feel bad about it. Alastor didn't...
"Er... Yeah, it is actually." Angel admitted sheepishly. "I wanted something cute to wear for the party. Its been so long since I was with somebody and I have been carving that warm. Ahaha... Nevermind. You wouldn't understand." Angel shook his head, plastering a smile back on his face. "You never answered my question. Is. It. Cute?"
No. No, he definitely wouldn't understand. That was for sure. But he could understand wanting special attention from someone.
He swallowed and looked at the garment again. "I don't know if I'd use the word 'cute'. 'Classy' comes to mind. Surprisingly so. As for it being Husk's taste in undergarments, well, I couldn't tell you."
It was awkward, being in essence hoisted into a "wingman" position for Husk. Not that he didn't like the cat -- Husk was one of his two favorites, after all! -- but he'd never delved into these sorts of likes and dislikes.
Angel watched Alastor fumbling again as he gave Angel another awkward once over. It wasn't fair how cute he looked as he gave his earnest answer to the porn star's ridiculous question. Yeah, in part, it was for Husker. But Angel was pretty sure he would have been fine with anything. The other part, he wanted to know what he liked. Lucifer would only know why.
"Well, if you think its 'classy' then I think it'll do just fine." Angel beamed tucking the lingerie set under his arm before turning to stare intently at Al. "Okay, question. What would you pick? Use me as your model."
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"Just cause I like dick and like to dress up in pretty things doesn't mean- Oh wait yeah... I can see it. Nevermind." Angel shrugged his shoulders at Alastor. "If its Charlie, you could get her a stick of gum and she'd just be over the moon that you ever got her something. For Vags? Hell if I know. Sexy lingerie so her and Chars can have a good time? As for Nif... Rubber gloves for cleanin'?"
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He folded his hands neatly behind his back.
"What if I sweeten the deal and offer to pick up something for you while we're out? Or perhaps treat you to lunch wherever you'd like?"
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"O-outside?" Angel took a step back, bumping flatly into the wall behind him shaking his head. "I can't. I'm sorry. Best to ask someone else to take with ya."
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He raised a brow.
"Or do you think I'm really that weak? Besides, this will give you the opportunity to do your own shopping, won't it?"
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"Alright fine. I'll go with you. But if we get jumped, its on you Smiles. You got it?" Angel huffed.
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Perfect. All according to plan.
"So shall we be off?"
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"Yeah, yeah, lets go. Where did you want to hit up first?"
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True, there were department stores and malls but with so many shops inside of them, even Alastor could get lost and confused.
"Where would you suggest?"
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"I don't know. That mall seems like a good place to start. How about we go there and walk around to see if anything catches your eye." Angel paused to stare a Al. "So... are we walking or are ya going to..." He raised his hands to wiggle his fingers in the air. "Shadows?"
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And quite frankly he wasn't in the mood to get stuck between walls or floors.
He held out his hand to Angel.
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When Alastor out stretched a hand to him, he hesitated. Ever since the morning in the kitchen where he made a fool of himself, Angel had refrained from touching the deer as per his request. Dammit, he could feel those weird feelings squeeze tightly around his stomach.
Its not weird, don't make this weird.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he finally reached out to take his hand.
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With that, he took them to the cold, empty blackness Between. Alastor, being used to such a thing had no issues with it. He knew where he was going, but he held tightly to Angel's hand lest he lose the spider in the blackness. Once someone got lost here, it was almost impossible to find them again.
After about a minute or two of walking, he pulled them back into Hell right in front of the Pentagram Mall. His grin tightened with displeasure.
"Here we are!" He turned to Angel. "So, where do we start?"
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Thankfully the trip didn't last very long and they stepped back out of the vacant darkness. But now Angel was struck with a different fear, being back out in the public eye. During their travel Angel had wrapped his arms around Alastor's neck, nestling his tits perfectly onto his shoulders and he had yet to remove himself from the other demon. He stood there paralyzed.
Get a grip, man! You got Al.
Remembering who he was with eased him slightly and he slowly uncoiled himself from Alastor. Almost. His arms remained entwined with one of Alastor's holding it against his chest like some sort of security blanket.
"I guess we should start by going inside." Angel snorts a bit wryly, "Ya know those three ladies have very different tastes. Finding one that would suit any of them is going to be a challange."
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It also made sure they'd go to a wide variety of places where he might spy something Angel was legitimately interested in.
"Besides, I assumed you were planning to use me as a pack mule for your own shopping."
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"Aww Al~ For something you don't give two shits about, you sure are putting in a lot of effort. Must be a special little lady." Angel couldn't help but to needle the demon a bit.
If he was boing honest with himself, he missed spending time with him like this. Welp, he's going to take full advantage of his kind offer today. The radio demon was probably going to regret it later...
Arm in arm, Angel lead the pair of them inside the mall. It had the usual crowd and Angel was not stranger to gawking stares. But once the other demons caught sight of the man on his arm, all the color drained from their faces as they quickly scurried away. Was this... how Alastor saw the world? Seemed a bit lonely. Fuck, he was starting to feel a bit guilty about the past few weeks. H-he didn't ran away though! Er, kinda? Maybe? Fuck, focus.
Having Al on his arm was actually sort of nice. It was like the had the whole mall to themselves. He felt more relaxed with each passing moment, popping in and out of shops he thought the girls might enjoy. It was even a bit fun. He almost forgot about the looming threat of Val or his men. But unfortunately Angel was so focused on gift ideas for the girls, he didn't give away any clues on what he might like.
Coming out of a stationary store when Angel dragged them into for Charlie, Angel was still chuckling to himself. "Are you finding any of this helpful, Al?"
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Honestly, he'd missed spending time with the spider. At least having someone to talk to that wasn't under contract with him had been nice.
"It's certainly given me some ideas!" He'd found out a lot of what Angel wasn't interested in. If nothing else, the latter half of the shopping trip should net him some solid ideas. "Now how about we get your portion done, hmm?"
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"Alright! There are a few things I have been meaning to pick up but you know... someone went on a little rampage at a certain club making me a prime target sooo.." Angel shrugged giving Alastor a knowing smirk. "Come on."
Eagerly he tugged at Alastor's arm guiding him to their first destination. Nothing weird, just an artsy little body soap place. He had been running low on his personal body scrub with all his shame showers he was taking. Gathering up several of his favor scents he hurried to go pay for them, offering the bags to Alastor expectantly. But this was only the beginning. Angel processed to drag the deer all other the building, venturing into little clothing boutiques to makeup shops. Towards the end, Angel had acquired quite a bit of cutesy array of bags. Sadly for Alastor, the spider had one more stop on his list...
"Sorry, Al. I have one last stop that I need your help with." With the deer in toe, Angel took him by the hand pulling him in the direction of what was very clearly a lingerie shop.
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"Certainly! And then I also offered to treat you to a meal!"
And, boy, was Alastor going to need some food. Some of what Angel had bought would be frozen solid if they passed through the shadows back to the hotel. No matter. Going into all the little shops, Alastor had mentally bookmarked items that Angel had paused over but ultimately not picked up, some more regretfully than others.
As they approached the lingerie shop, Alastor naively hoped they were going to one of the shops next to it. But as they got closer...
"I'm afraid I don't see why you'd need my help picking, er, undergarments..."
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Alastor had no choice in the matter. He was going in. Angel wasn't going to give him the choice. For the first time since arriving at the mall, the spider released Alastor to make a bee line for the back corner were all the extra strappy lacey shit was. He looked like a kid in a candy shop as he perused all the sexy bralettes. Eventually settling on one that sparked his curiosity he reach down to pick it up.
Turning to face Alastor he held up a sleek black strappy bra harness that if warn would perfectly snake down the clef of his chest to emphasis it fullness. Clutch in his secondary hand was its matching panty and garter belt set, whose straps ended in a holster style that would wrap around his thighs. There was even cute little black bows that the connecting joints.
"So... what do you think?" Angel posed for Alastor's apporoval.
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And then Angel asked for his opinion.
He risked peeking an eye open, knowing that it wasn't likely to be anything even slightly modest.
"Doesn't that much lace itch?" he squeaked, static hissing away with his words.
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"Eh, not really. I'm used to wearing this kind of stuff. And besides..." He flashed a smirk. "It ain't meant to stay on for long. So... What do you think? Do you like it?"
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Deeply regretting asking if only for Angel's answer, Alastor forced himself to look at the two-piece set. Black on black wasn't the worst combination, of course. It was classic and classy...if one could call lingerie such a thing.
He swallowed. "I suppose it depends on who your intended audience is." Dredging up half-forgotten memories of the Vaudeville stage his mother had performed on, he tried to remember what the costumers would talk about. "I presume it's Husker?"
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Was he feeling a bit guilty all of a sudden? No, Angel had no reason to feel bad about it. Alastor didn't...
"Er... Yeah, it is actually." Angel admitted sheepishly. "I wanted something cute to wear for the party. Its been so long since I was with somebody and I have been carving that warm. Ahaha... Nevermind. You wouldn't understand." Angel shook his head, plastering a smile back on his face. "You never answered my question. Is. It. Cute?"
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He swallowed and looked at the garment again. "I don't know if I'd use the word 'cute'. 'Classy' comes to mind. Surprisingly so. As for it being Husk's taste in undergarments, well, I couldn't tell you."
It was awkward, being in essence hoisted into a "wingman" position for Husk. Not that he didn't like the cat -- Husk was one of his two favorites, after all! -- but he'd never delved into these sorts of likes and dislikes.
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"Well, if you think its 'classy' then I think it'll do just fine." Angel beamed tucking the lingerie set under his arm before turning to stare intently at Al. "Okay, question. What would you pick? Use me as your model."
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