After paying, Angel quickly returned carrying the brightly colored pink and white striped bag in his secondary hands. This one he was going to hold on to. Part of him was worried that if the deer got a hold of it that he would yeet its contents into the void.
"I have a place in mind. But its a secret~" Angel cooed as he intertwined their arms again. Even though he wasn't as afraid anymore, he had grown to like the warmth his little arm candy's body brought. And Alastor hadn't complained or mention it the whole time they were out so... why stop now? It was almost like they were out on a date! Oh. Fucking hell. Why did that spring into his mind? Bury it.
Repressing his feelings, Angel proceeded to leave the mall with Al hooked to his side. Outside under the red glow of the Pentagram, it felt good not to be cooped up in doors. As the odd pair made their way through the city they attracted a lot of bizarre looks. Being the taller and more... flamboyant out of the two of them, Angel got spotted first. But their hungry stares quickly turned to horror spotting who was strolling beside him and just like in the mall... they made a hasty retreat in the opposite direction. The fuck? Was Al really that scary? Blushing and fumbling in that lingerie shop... At first he found it a bit sad but now it was starting to piss him off. Angel pulled the deer closer with a scowl on his face. Those judgey assholes didn't know shit. Alastor was odd, yes, but he was a good guy even if he couldn't see it for himself. Fuck them. Fuck all of them.
They didn't have to worry about the crowds for much longer as Angel veered off the beaten path. The large buildings faded into the background giving way to a more quaint suburban feel complete with some greenery. Then Angel came to a full stop as he stood in front of a small cafe. In big bold letters the sign post simply read "The Apple" with a cute stylized image of a snake biting an apple.
"Ta-da~" Angel lifted one hand to wave at it as if be pulled a magic trick. "Not a lot of people come here. I found it when I wanted to escape the limelight."
Honestly, Alastor was going to need quite some time not touching anybody after all this, but he was swallowing that complaint for Angel's sake. He couldn't even blame Angel for this one: Valentino's vengeance was a very real threat even if a pitiful one from Alastor's perspective. If hanging onto him made Angel confident enough to act like himself, then so be it.
Alastor internally sighed with each demon scurrying away the second they saw him. Well, at least Angel was getting a day out and about where he wasn't pawed at every two seconds. He wondered if Angel was enjoying that, but it seemed like a stupid thing to ask. Pointless small talk.
Arriving at the cafe, Alastor tilted his head curiously to one side. "I don't believe I've even noticed this place before! How quaint!"
He slid his arm out from Angel's and walked towards the door, opening it and motioning for Angel to enter first.
The small gesture made Angel's heart go pitter patter in his chest. Christ, he wasn't no virgin school girl. In his line of work the porn star wasn't used to the most simple human decency. Man... that was a sad realization. But he still gave Alastor a tender smile as he placed a hand over his chest.
"Such a gentleman Al~" Angel winks at him as he passed to head inside.
It was a small establishment and modestly furnished. As Angel noted, there weren't many patrons currently dinning. Maybe one or two. Just what Angel wanted right now. He really didn't want to be around a lot of people. Too many eyes... too many hands. And he thought Alastor might enjoy it too. His little secret spot.
Angel gave a brief familiar wave to the manager who gave one in return as he made his way over to his usual spot. It was a small round table next to the large bay window that over looked a miniature garden. He hated to admit it but he liked to come watch the birds. If people knew... He had a bad boy rep to maintain. Before Angel moved to sit the manager appeared at his side with a small wicker basket for all of Angel's bags so they wouldn't sit on the dirty floor.
"Oh thanks, Adder." Angel took the basket from him and slid it under the table before taking his seat. "Could ya also bring us some coffee to start?"
The demon nodded mutely before disappearing into the kitchen.
Alastor took his time looking around the place. It wasn't as clean as the places he liked to stop into, but it was clean enough. The few patrons here seemed more intent on their food than seeing who was coming or going in the cafe, so no flood of demons calling for their checks so they could flee in case something displeased the Radio Demon. The waiter, Adder, didn't even seem to notice Alastor...or perhaps he was too focused on Angel.
He mentally slapped himself for not pulling Angel's chair out for him. Honestly, where were his manners?! His mother would box his ears for such a slight...and given how sensitive his ears now were, that would hurt a lot!
He sat down at the table across from Angel, looking out the window. "My, what a lovely little garden! Though I'm surprised that they don't have outdoor seating."
Feeding the birds that came around when he was eating was a tiny pleasure in his eternal damnation. It was almost like having visitors for his meals. He didn't go so far as to talk to them (though not for lack of temptation), but he always took pleasure in them tucking into their own meal as he ate his.
"Well nobody's perfect." Angel chuckled, studying Alastor from across the table.
From what he could tell, Alastor seemed to be okay with his choice. Not that he was concerned about the deer's comfort. He just wanted a bit of privacy. With Al? But Angel didn't have much time to stew on his thoughts before the reappearance of the cafe manager. The snake demon slide two tiny cups of coffee on to their table.
"Thanks, toots. Could you give us a minute?" Again the demon gave Angel a curt nod before slipping away. "I hope you don't mind that I got us both coffee. So... What you think?"
"It's a rather pleasant place! Perfect for when someone just wants to have their coffee without drama! As for the drink itself, no, no, I don't mind that you ordered for me." He picked up the tiny cup, feeling a bit ridiculous with the size difference between his claws and the cup itself. He added nothing to the drink before taking a sip. "My, that is a strong brew! Just perfect!"
Honestly, most demons seemed to doctor their liquid caffeine with God-knew-what. Nothing ruined a good cup of coffee like sugar, milk, and other substances!
He set the cup back down. "What would you recommend? I presume you've got a favorite meal or two."
His ambient static was buzzing a bit with repressed excitement. Someone was actually sharing a meal with him without any sort of obligations. Well, Angel was more or less sharing it with him because he couldn't wander off without fear of Valentino, but at least there was enough of an illusion of amiable companionship to satisfy Alastor.
All things considered, this little outing had been profitable from more than a gifting standpoint. A shame that he wouldn't have such a handy excuse until next year...assuming he stayed at the Happy Hotel that long.
Seeing Alastor drink his coffee black made him glad that he didn't ask for milk or sugar. Knowing Al, Angel had a suspicion that he preferred the simpler things at time. Heh, see? He knew him. He pays attention. Its not always about sex.... Recently. Taking note at Alastor being all a buzz made his heart warm. Like hell he was going to admit it to anyone. Though the soft smile on his face was evident enough.
"Its not five star restaurant but the sandwiches ain't half bad." Angel shrugged his shoulders, leaning follow to rest his elbows on the table. Placing his chin on one hand, Angel gaze at Alastor with that star struck look in his eyes. It was the same dreamy look the starlet had once given him on the night of his rescue. Lazily with his free hand he traced the rim of his cup with a delicate finger tip.
"You're a pretty good cook, Al. Did you learn it from your mom?"
The dreamy look Angel was giving him...it was actually kind of...pleasant? No drugs involved this time either unless Angel had taken something when Alastor wasn't looking in the lingerie shop. But, no, that wasn't likely.
He nodded his head. "I did! A great many of my recipes originated from her, actually. If you're going to steal, steal from the best, right? Ha ha!"
True, he'd expanded his repertoire after he'd grown and she'd gotten married and moved out, but his favorites were the ones his mother had taught him.
"What about you? Any hidden talents you're willing to share?"
Angel continued his lazy circles around his cup's rim, simply enjoying Alastor's company. Not going to lie, he was kind of surprised that his question was met with no resistance. Maybe he could get him to talk more about himself?
When the question was directed back at him, Angel leans back in his seat with a hum. "Me? Well it ain't no secret but I do like to perform. Not like how Val makes me..." He paused to take a sip of his coffee. "I do drag performances for myself. Dressing up and becoming somebody else for a night is freeing... I like singing too. But don't tell Charlie that."
Angel snorts at that, crossing his arms. "You got that right. My life isn't some shitty musical. Charlie is just a little too cheerful for her own good sometimes. Making us do this stupid Secret Santa bullshit."
Catching Adder's eye, Angel flagged him down so they could place their orders and he disappeared once more into the kitchen. When they were alone again, a gentle expression melted across his face.
"But... if she hadn't insisted on it, I wouldn't have gotten to go out with you today. I've been having a wonderful time." Instant regret flooded him as those words left his mouth. That sounded sappy as shiiiiit. A flash of color flushed his cheeks as he tried to back peddle. "I-I mean, its good to get out to stretch my legs!"
As to emphasize his point he stretched out his long legs under the tabled which ended up brushing up against Alastor's in an accidental game of footsie.
Alastor's ears twitched momentarily straight up at the feel of Angel's foot against his. That was likely unintentional.
"I must say that I've been having a rather pleasant time as well." He chuckled. "It isn't often I have company on my constitutionals as you've likely noticed."
Angel wasn't an idiot, after all. He might act like it sometimes but he certainly wasn't stupid.
"Perhaps I might leave something extra for her under the tree in gratitude. Do you think she'd buy it if I wrote 'From Santa Claus' on the tag?"
That... was a rather tame reaction. Not exactly the response he was expecting to receive after again, he let his honest feelings show and partaking in a little under the table canoodling. Angel felt a bit... disappointed. What was he wanting? He already been down this road. Fuck, Angel was just a hamster in a wheel. Going in an endless loop. Think about Husker... Think about...
But hey? He said he enjoyed today too... so... yay?
"Heh, probably. I can see her buying into that fantasy shit." Angel's thoughts trailed off as Adder returned with two plates of food, setting them in front of the pair. Angel gave him a wave of thanks, going silent for a moment to take a large bite out of his sandwich. But then he turned his attention back to Al looking a bit... somber. "Hey Al... Can I ask ya something? When we were out walking around I couldn't help but notice people running away when they saw you. I thought you were joking when you mention something before but... Is that normal?"
Alastor was studying his sandwich with curiosity before taking a bite. His ears gave a twitch of pleasure as he savored the flavors. Oh, he was going to have to remember this place. What was it that he was tasting?
"Hmm?" Alastor looked up from his sandwich. He made sure to swallow before answering. "Yes, it is. Honestly, they stayed a few extra seconds than normal. Probably because they noticed you first." He grinned. "With all the red, I suppose I blend into the background in comparison to you."
He inched his foot back away from Angel's feet. It was starting to get a bit awkward.
Angel's brow furrowed, that angry annoyance needling himself of him again. He didn't care what Alastor said. Angel had eyes you know. He wasn't blind to how it made Al feel when they turn and ran like a bunch of fucking cowards. Taking an aggressive bite out of his sandwich, Angel crewed.
"It ain't a cake walk being me. I have the opposite issue when it comes to people. I'd be lucky if they just stared at me. But usually I get the creeps that want to have a little taste." He took a moment to stuff another bite down his throat. "Its fucking bullshit. We have turf wars all the time. Not like you're the first guy to slaughter a bunch of people. They don't know how great you can be. Bunch of rude stuck up judgey dicks. Fuck 'em."
Alastor blinked, very surprised at that. Was...was Angel actually sticking up for him?
He gave an awkward chuckle. "Yes, well, at least my reputation worked to your advantage today. It must've been nice to walk around without being pawed." He snorted. "Honestly, trying to get 'free samples' is rude. Practically theft from your perspective. Which I know isn't anything serious down here to most."
Angel huffed shrugging his shoulders as some of that annoyed fire left him.
"Yeah sure, it was nice not to have a constant stream of creeps gawkin, tryin to grab my ass. But I'm used to it. Occupational hazard." He chuckled warm heartedly at Alastor's 'free samples' comment. That was a new one. And not entirely inaccurate. "I think thats part of the reason why I like being with you. I know you would never do anything like that." Though as he said that, a part of his heart squeezed painfully. "It's their lost. Those dumbasses don't know what they are missin'."
Angel stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, swallowing it before going back to look at Alastor with fondness.
Alastor blinked, unsure of what to say. "Their loss"? "I like being with you"? Those were English phrases, yes, but suddenly he couldn't comprehend the meaning.
"Well," he began awkwardly, "I don't believe you're obligated to accept such a thing even with your chosen profession. It's basic manners, not advanced chemistry." He chuckled. "If I thought to do otherwise, I'm sure Mother would be crossing the Pride Ring just to remind me with her wooden spoon."
Chosen? You think he chose to be used and abused? More like forced into this line of work. He might seem like it didn't bother him most of the time but in reality, it sucked ass. However Angel bit his tongue knowing what the deer was trying to get across.
"Heh, you mom seems like a real spit fire. I think I'd like her." He flashed a fang fill grin, sipping his coffee. "Is she here? My family is but I don't talk to 'em much..."
"She is. Well, not Pentagram City here, but in Hell. I know that much."
He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)
Really? Well that was surprising. Though when he thought about it, not at all. For such a mama's boy he was, Angel would probably have ran into her if they were seeing each other. And on top of that Al might not be as lonely as he appears to be if he had his mom. But hey, he understood complicated family dynamics.
"I see. Sorry to hear that. You just seem real close is all." Angel shrugged, exhaling heavily. "Drugs." He answered flatly before expanding. "Mostly anyways. Sex, booze, a little murder. My family are all mobsters. I thought you knew that just lookin' at me. But I'm the family fuck up. Bunch of homophobes. But they love seeing my face plastered up on every buildin'."
"I adore her, and she did teach me quite a lot. Including how to kill someone twice my size and properly serve them. However, 'close' is not the word I'd use."
He listened to Angel's comment on his family.
"I'm not sure how I'd gather 'mobster' from you aside from the New York accent, but that's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"
The sandwiches were both about half-eaten at this point. Why couldn't Angel have picked somewhere that it'd take time for a proper meal to be prepared and even longer to eat it? This little outing was going to be over in no time.
Though perhaps that was for the best. Family was an awkward topic to chat about with anyone in Hell. Even a little ray of sunshine like Charlie had serious familial issues.
"Ah...." Was all Angel could think the muster in response to Alastor. The master word smith. Angel shifted a bit awkwardly getting the distinct feeling he had stumbled into a sore subject. Again. Man, maybe he needs to rethink his career path and become a processional mine sweeper.
But then Angel lets out a gasp in pretend shock, clutching at his chest, "There ain't thinking wrong about my accent. Some people find it sexy. No, you dumbass. I mean you couldn't tell I was a gangsta by my impeccable fashion sense?"
Angel reached up to snap his bowtie grinning ear to ear as his secondary hands traveled down the delicate curves of his body. All joking aside, the spider was keenly aware of the state of their meal time. He wasn't about ready to give up his time with the other demon. It was getting good.
"Say Al? How about we wrap things up here. We have a long walk home."
"If a bowtie is the sign of a mobster, I've clearly chosen the wrong profession." Alastor smirked as he gave a little tug of his own bowtie.
Their meals were just about done. And very likely their proprietor was antsy for them to leave. (Though honestly with how calm the snake had been, perhaps it would be more he wanted them to clear out so he had the table for another customer than wanting Alastor to leave before he maimed someone.)
"I suppose you're right." He pulled out his wallet, retrieving the appropriate bills plus a rather generous tip. (Places that let him eat without a fuss deserved to be rewarded!)
He then reached under the table for the basket of bags, plucking up all of them save the ones from the lingerie store. He walked to the front door of the establishment and held it open, looking up as someone paused outside the door.
"Go ahead," he cheerily told the newcomer.
The other demon's eyes were wide as she stared at the Radio Demon. Then she very slowly edged her way into the cafe, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Alastor.
Alastor simply kept up his smile and motioned to Angel. "After you."
Heh, well its wasn't the bowtie in general he was referring to but hey, great minds think alike. Nodding in agreement, Angel watched Alastor pay for the food and gather up all the results of his shopping spree. It didn't go unnoticed that Al conveniently forgot to pick up a certain pink and white stripey bag, which just made the spider smirk with glee. How cute.
Giving another small wave to Adder, the new patron who just entered gave him pause. She was too preoccupied trying to run away from his guest that she almost ran straight into the starlet. The female looked up at him startled and Angel's brows knitted tightly together. Rude little bitch, he thought to himself as he snorted hot air from his nose skirting past her.
Reaching Alastor Angel made a big show of it, smiling cheerfully. "How sweet of you, babe~" His voice was loud enough for all to hear, aiming a nasty look at the woman.
Once outside Angel went back to link his arm around Alastor's. Though now he was feeling a bit more feisty than before and his belly was full of good food. He decided to push his limits a bit and his hand snaked down to laced their fingers together as they walked.
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"I have a place in mind. But its a secret~" Angel cooed as he intertwined their arms again. Even though he wasn't as afraid anymore, he had grown to like the warmth his little arm candy's body brought. And Alastor hadn't complained or mention it the whole time they were out so... why stop now? It was almost like they were out on a date! Oh. Fucking hell. Why did that spring into his mind? Bury it.
Repressing his feelings, Angel proceeded to leave the mall with Al hooked to his side. Outside under the red glow of the Pentagram, it felt good not to be cooped up in doors. As the odd pair made their way through the city they attracted a lot of bizarre looks. Being the taller and more... flamboyant out of the two of them, Angel got spotted first. But their hungry stares quickly turned to horror spotting who was strolling beside him and just like in the mall... they made a hasty retreat in the opposite direction. The fuck? Was Al really that scary? Blushing and fumbling in that lingerie shop... At first he found it a bit sad but now it was starting to piss him off. Angel pulled the deer closer with a scowl on his face. Those judgey assholes didn't know shit. Alastor was odd, yes, but he was a good guy even if he couldn't see it for himself. Fuck them. Fuck all of them.
They didn't have to worry about the crowds for much longer as Angel veered off the beaten path. The large buildings faded into the background giving way to a more quaint suburban feel complete with some greenery. Then Angel came to a full stop as he stood in front of a small cafe. In big bold letters the sign post simply read "The Apple" with a cute stylized image of a snake biting an apple.
"Ta-da~" Angel lifted one hand to wave at it as if be pulled a magic trick. "Not a lot of people come here. I found it when I wanted to escape the limelight."
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Alastor internally sighed with each demon scurrying away the second they saw him. Well, at least Angel was getting a day out and about where he wasn't pawed at every two seconds. He wondered if Angel was enjoying that, but it seemed like a stupid thing to ask. Pointless small talk.
Arriving at the cafe, Alastor tilted his head curiously to one side. "I don't believe I've even noticed this place before! How quaint!"
He slid his arm out from Angel's and walked towards the door, opening it and motioning for Angel to enter first.
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"Such a gentleman Al~" Angel winks at him as he passed to head inside.
It was a small establishment and modestly furnished. As Angel noted, there weren't many patrons currently dinning. Maybe one or two. Just what Angel wanted right now. He really didn't want to be around a lot of people. Too many eyes... too many hands. And he thought Alastor might enjoy it too. His little secret spot.
Angel gave a brief familiar wave to the manager who gave one in return as he made his way over to his usual spot. It was a small round table next to the large bay window that over looked a miniature garden. He hated to admit it but he liked to come watch the birds. If people knew... He had a bad boy rep to maintain. Before Angel moved to sit the manager appeared at his side with a small wicker basket for all of Angel's bags so they wouldn't sit on the dirty floor.
"Oh thanks, Adder." Angel took the basket from him and slid it under the table before taking his seat. "Could ya also bring us some coffee to start?"
The demon nodded mutely before disappearing into the kitchen.
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He mentally slapped himself for not pulling Angel's chair out for him. Honestly, where were his manners?! His mother would box his ears for such a slight...and given how sensitive his ears now were, that would hurt a lot!
He sat down at the table across from Angel, looking out the window. "My, what a lovely little garden! Though I'm surprised that they don't have outdoor seating."
Feeding the birds that came around when he was eating was a tiny pleasure in his eternal damnation. It was almost like having visitors for his meals. He didn't go so far as to talk to them (though not for lack of temptation), but he always took pleasure in them tucking into their own meal as he ate his.
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From what he could tell, Alastor seemed to be okay with his choice. Not that he was concerned about the deer's comfort. He just wanted a bit of privacy.
With Al?But Angel didn't have much time to stew on his thoughts before the reappearance of the cafe manager. The snake demon slide two tiny cups of coffee on to their table."Thanks, toots. Could you give us a minute?" Again the demon gave Angel a curt nod before slipping away. "I hope you don't mind that I got us both coffee. So... What you think?"
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Honestly, most demons seemed to doctor their liquid caffeine with God-knew-what. Nothing ruined a good cup of coffee like sugar, milk, and other substances!
He set the cup back down. "What would you recommend? I presume you've got a favorite meal or two."
His ambient static was buzzing a bit with repressed excitement. Someone was actually sharing a meal with him without any sort of obligations. Well, Angel was more or less sharing it with him because he couldn't wander off without fear of Valentino, but at least there was enough of an illusion of amiable companionship to satisfy Alastor.
All things considered, this little outing had been profitable from more than a gifting standpoint. A shame that he wouldn't have such a handy excuse until next year...assuming he stayed at the Happy Hotel that long.
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"Its not five star restaurant but the sandwiches ain't half bad." Angel shrugged his shoulders, leaning follow to rest his elbows on the table. Placing his chin on one hand, Angel gaze at Alastor with that star struck look in his eyes. It was the same dreamy look the starlet had once given him on the night of his rescue. Lazily with his free hand he traced the rim of his cup with a delicate finger tip.
"You're a pretty good cook, Al. Did you learn it from your mom?"
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The dreamy look Angel was giving him...it was actually kind of...pleasant? No drugs involved this time either unless Angel had taken something when Alastor wasn't looking in the lingerie shop. But, no, that wasn't likely.
He nodded his head. "I did! A great many of my recipes originated from her, actually. If you're going to steal, steal from the best, right? Ha ha!"
True, he'd expanded his repertoire after he'd grown and she'd gotten married and moved out, but his favorites were the ones his mother had taught him.
"What about you? Any hidden talents you're willing to share?"
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When the question was directed back at him, Angel leans back in his seat with a hum. "Me? Well it ain't no secret but I do like to perform. Not like how Val makes me..." He paused to take a sip of his coffee. "I do drag performances for myself. Dressing up and becoming somebody else for a night is freeing... I like singing too. But don't tell Charlie that."
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Singing. Well, that was certainly surprising. He never would've expected Angel Dust to enjoy such a thing. Perhaps he should've.
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Catching Adder's eye, Angel flagged him down so they could place their orders and he disappeared once more into the kitchen. When they were alone again, a gentle expression melted across his face.
"But... if she hadn't insisted on it, I wouldn't have gotten to go out with you today. I've been having a wonderful time." Instant regret flooded him as those words left his mouth. That sounded sappy as shiiiiit. A flash of color flushed his cheeks as he tried to back peddle. "I-I mean, its good to get out to stretch my legs!"
As to emphasize his point he stretched out his long legs under the tabled which ended up brushing up against Alastor's in an accidental game of footsie.
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"I must say that I've been having a rather pleasant time as well." He chuckled. "It isn't often I have company on my constitutionals as you've likely noticed."
Angel wasn't an idiot, after all. He might act like it sometimes but he certainly wasn't stupid.
"Perhaps I might leave something extra for her under the tree in gratitude. Do you think she'd buy it if I wrote 'From Santa Claus' on the tag?"
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But hey? He said he enjoyed today too... so... yay?
"Heh, probably. I can see her buying into that fantasy shit." Angel's thoughts trailed off as Adder returned with two plates of food, setting them in front of the pair. Angel gave him a wave of thanks, going silent for a moment to take a large bite out of his sandwich. But then he turned his attention back to Al looking a bit... somber. "Hey Al... Can I ask ya something? When we were out walking around I couldn't help but notice people running away when they saw you. I thought you were joking when you mention something before but... Is that normal?"
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"Hmm?" Alastor looked up from his sandwich. He made sure to swallow before answering. "Yes, it is. Honestly, they stayed a few extra seconds than normal. Probably because they noticed you first." He grinned. "With all the red, I suppose I blend into the background in comparison to you."
He inched his foot back away from Angel's feet. It was starting to get a bit awkward.
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"It ain't a cake walk being me. I have the opposite issue when it comes to people. I'd be lucky if they just stared at me. But usually I get the creeps that want to have a little taste." He took a moment to stuff another bite down his throat. "Its fucking bullshit. We have turf wars all the time. Not like you're the first guy to slaughter a bunch of people. They don't know how great you can be. Bunch of rude stuck up judgey dicks. Fuck 'em."
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He gave an awkward chuckle. "Yes, well, at least my reputation worked to your advantage today. It must've been nice to walk around without being pawed." He snorted. "Honestly, trying to get 'free samples' is rude. Practically theft from your perspective. Which I know isn't anything serious down here to most."
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"Yeah sure, it was nice not to have a constant stream of creeps gawkin, tryin to grab my ass. But I'm used to it. Occupational hazard." He chuckled warm heartedly at Alastor's 'free samples' comment. That was a new one. And not entirely inaccurate. "I think thats part of the reason why I like being with you. I know you would never do anything like that." Though as he said that, a part of his heart squeezed painfully. "It's their lost. Those dumbasses don't know what they are missin'."
Angel stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, swallowing it before going back to look at Alastor with fondness.
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"Well," he began awkwardly, "I don't believe you're obligated to accept such a thing even with your chosen profession. It's basic manners, not advanced chemistry." He chuckled. "If I thought to do otherwise, I'm sure Mother would be crossing the Pride Ring just to remind me with her wooden spoon."
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"Heh, you mom seems like a real spit fire. I think I'd like her." He flashed a fang fill grin, sipping his coffee. "Is she here? My family is but I don't talk to 'em much..."
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He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)
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"I see. Sorry to hear that. You just seem real close is all." Angel shrugged, exhaling heavily. "Drugs." He answered flatly before expanding. "Mostly anyways. Sex, booze, a little murder. My family are all mobsters. I thought you knew that just lookin' at me. But I'm the family fuck up. Bunch of homophobes. But they love seeing my face plastered up on every buildin'."
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He listened to Angel's comment on his family.
"I'm not sure how I'd gather 'mobster' from you aside from the New York accent, but that's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"
The sandwiches were both about half-eaten at this point. Why couldn't Angel have picked somewhere that it'd take time for a proper meal to be prepared and even longer to eat it? This little outing was going to be over in no time.
Though perhaps that was for the best. Family was an awkward topic to chat about with anyone in Hell. Even a little ray of sunshine like Charlie had serious familial issues.
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But then Angel lets out a gasp in pretend shock, clutching at his chest, "There ain't thinking wrong about my accent. Some people find it sexy. No, you dumbass. I mean you couldn't tell I was a gangsta by my impeccable fashion sense?"
Angel reached up to snap his bowtie grinning ear to ear as his secondary hands traveled down the delicate curves of his body. All joking aside, the spider was keenly aware of the state of their meal time. He wasn't about ready to give up his time with the other demon. It was getting good.
"Say Al? How about we wrap things up here. We have a long walk home."
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Their meals were just about done. And very likely their proprietor was antsy for them to leave. (Though honestly with how calm the snake had been, perhaps it would be more he wanted them to clear out so he had the table for another customer than wanting Alastor to leave before he maimed someone.)
"I suppose you're right." He pulled out his wallet, retrieving the appropriate bills plus a rather generous tip. (Places that let him eat without a fuss deserved to be rewarded!)
He then reached under the table for the basket of bags, plucking up all of them save the ones from the lingerie store. He walked to the front door of the establishment and held it open, looking up as someone paused outside the door.
"Go ahead," he cheerily told the newcomer.
The other demon's eyes were wide as she stared at the Radio Demon. Then she very slowly edged her way into the cafe, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Alastor.
Alastor simply kept up his smile and motioned to Angel. "After you."
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Giving another small wave to Adder, the new patron who just entered gave him pause. She was too preoccupied trying to run away from his guest that she almost ran straight into the starlet. The female looked up at him startled and Angel's brows knitted tightly together. Rude little bitch, he thought to himself as he snorted hot air from his nose skirting past her.
Reaching Alastor Angel made a big show of it, smiling cheerfully. "How sweet of you, babe~" His voice was loud enough for all to hear, aiming a nasty look at the woman.
Once outside Angel went back to link his arm around Alastor's. Though now he was feeling a bit more feisty than before and his belly was full of good food. He decided to push his limits a bit and his hand snaked down to laced their fingers together as they walked.
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