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Angel knocked on Alastor's door, ready to keep his promise to tell the Radio Demon what he knew of Valentino.
Alastor answered after a minute, his red coat gone and sleeves rolled up on his shirt. He had a glass in one hand with a lit cigarette between two fingers. He arched a brow when he saw Angel Dust there. āHello, little spider. To what do I owe this unexpected and unrequested visit?ā
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A knock came at Alastorās door, but there would be no one there when he answered.
Instead, heād find a small gift bag on the ground in front of the door with a card: To Alastor, From Angel
Inside the bag was a book Angel had stumbled upon when he went out shopping with Cherri. It had seemed right up Alastorās ally. He had a feeling Alastor may already have it, but he wanted to show his appreciation for helping him the other night. It was one of Sherlock Holmesā adventures.
Alastor opened the door, his ears perking upon seeing that gift waiting for him upon his doorstep. He peered around the corridor then curiously lifted the bag with a shadow tendril to peer inside.
As it turned out, he did not, in fact, own that copy.
A note would be slipped under Angelās door that night:
Thank you. ~A
Angel knew it was risky sneaking back into the hotel after telling Cherri and Husk that he was staying with Valentino. But in truth, he wanted to get to Fat Nuggets and bring him back to the studio where he was going to be living. At least then he could still have a little bit of happiness in his miserable life after being a spy for Vox.
However, Angel just so happened to have bumped into Alastor as he was trying to locate the pig in the grand hotel. āSmiles!?ā
Alastor appeared out of nowhere, the shadows parting to reveal him and in turn startle the spider demon. He leaned casually on his newly repaired cane, quirking a brow at Angel Dust. āSkulking about is usually what they accuse me of doing.ā
Angel rummages through Husk's bar while everyone is asleep. At least, he hopes that's the case. It was the middle of the night and he had just got back to the hotel after working.
Unfortunately, Val had been on a rampage at work and every little thing that went wrong pissed him off.
And he had taken it out on Angel.
He wrapped some ice in a towel and pressed it to his bruised eye with a hiss, wincing slightly. He grabbed a bottle and chugged before he made his way upstairs to his room.
Upon finding the door locked, he jiggled the handle aggressively. "Oh fuck me," he said.
He hadn't realized he wasn't at his own door - he was at Alastor's.
āAnd why, exactly, are you trying to get into my bedroom in the middle of the night?ā hissed a low voice from behind Angel as Alastor materialized out of his shadows, cane in hand and grasped in front of him, one end of it on the carpeted floor.
Angel staggered into the hotel, battered and bruised. He had been at the studio for the last serval days non stop. He wanted to forget Alastor, but he couldnāt, even with the amount of Love Potion and other drugs in his system. Even when Val had his fun with him, his still thought of Alastor. He wasnāt quiet as he came into the hotel, rummaging behind the bar while Husk was away to help take the pain away. āFuckinā Valā¦ and Vox,..,ā he muttered to himself. āStupid fuckinā Strawberry Pimpā¦ā he said a bit louder than before. āDammit, Whiskers, where you hidinā the good stuff?ā
The spider demon kept digging through the bar, bottles dropping to the floor and cracking open. He shrugged. Not his problem. āLet Smiles take care of cleanupā¦ā
āWell, you certainly seem like youāve seen better days,ā came a voice from directly behind him.
Alastor stood there in his usual suit despite the hour, leaning on his cane idly as he surveyed the spider before him as well as the mess said spider was making. āAnd youāre expecting me to clean all of this up? Rude. May I remind you, chum, that maid or nanny are not in my job description.ā
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So, Smiles, you and da short king gonna smooch?
āI see sexual deviancy isnāt on the agenda today. Must be a slow day.ā
