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."
Oh fuck, he missed this. Teasing Alastor was so much fun. But this is different from the other times! Sort of... They were just talking about the pleasing aesthetics of clothes.
"Your ears don't work, Smiles? I asked what you would pick. For me." Angel laughed. "Think of it like a work of art. You can appreciate beauty, can't cha?"
Heh, he actually answered. Angel peered around the shop to look at all the different style that surrounded them. None of these he liked?
"Oh? You're into something that they don't have here?" Angel cocked a brow at him, scanning him. "Ya know they don't just have bralettes. I bet you're a corset man, am I right? They have them on the other side~"
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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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Oh dear. Oh dear, Angel could not be serious!
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"Your ears don't work, Smiles? I asked what you would pick. For me." Angel laughed. "Think of it like a work of art. You can appreciate beauty, can't cha?"
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"...Do I have to pick from this store in particular?" he asked.
Very likely, but if Angel wanted to know, well, Alastor preferred something less risque.
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"Oh? You're into something that they don't have here?" Angel cocked a brow at him, scanning him. "Ya know they don't just have bralettes. I bet you're a corset man, am I right? They have them on the other side~"
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