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Summer ( @hazzhell ) sent:
Grabs her Grandpa and forces him to take a selfie with her.
He takes a look at the photo that she most certainly would inevitably share with him. He didn't AGREE to this, by the way, and rest assured after enough bitching of 'SUMMER!' and 'I'M BUSY!', he finally yields so she'll at least get the fuck out of his garage while he's working.
"Huh."
"Looks like shit."
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He watched the little woman with a fond gaze, that jagged maniacal grin softer at the edges as she...tended to bring out.
And then the maniacal grin was back. "I was thinking you could get a hold of one of those skittering vermin and we could test their responses to certain stimuli."
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Niffty climbs all the way up Alastor and sits right between his horns. She grips them and gives them a little tug like it might steer him. @hazzhell
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...Hello? What was happening? Why was she doing this? He's so confused.
✥✧∘* "...Can I help you, Niffty?"
"Oh, no! She's no daughter of mine. More like a close acquaintance, a comrade in crime, my delightful murder maid.~ She is merely doing her job, is she not? Have you seen the size of these new terrible fiends? They're half of her!"
Niffty goes to sleep in Alastor's bed, under all the blankets so she's just a little lump that probably wouldn't be noticed at first. -- @hazzhell
UNPROMPTED / Always Accepting
HM.
The moment Alastor enters his room, something felt OFF. With no signs of movement, no voices to attest to his unease, The Radio Demon steps forward and closes the door behind him. His shadow slithers about, occupying the opposite side of the room as it undulates with dark magic, entertaining itself with familiarity.
There was a suspicious shape to the way his bed appeared. His pillows were properly accounted for at the top of his bed, and the blankets were adequately placed. . . Fingers curl into the fabric and peel it back to witness his slumbering little bug.
"Ah. I suppose I should have known!" The pitch in his voice is low, static a soft hum compared to its usual insistent presence. Slowly, he replaces the blankets over her sleeping form and carries on. Humming a soft tune, he rests his staff against the wall and sits before a vanity, slowly removing accessories and details of his attire.
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Climbs up Alastor's front so she can spray his monocle with Windex and wipe it down.
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Thank goodness she grabbed the monocle first and did that and not...spraying the Windex right into his eyes. Not that he hasn't been there before, that is.
"Well, my dear, I definitely can see out of it now, I suppose!"
❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜ - From Alastor @hazzhell
''No I can't. Trust me. You're too old to hang with this crowd. You're gonna need my help, grandpa." Vaggie rolled her eye as she stepped forward, giving him a shrug.
"And it won't hurt to have an angel with you Mister All Powerful." She half joked. "I know the place better than you. The Dark Market is something I stroll by all the time to pick up any stray holy weapons they have. If you're looking for something weird and powerful? That's the place."
"Look, i'm only helping you cause it seems interesting. Just don't go causing problems for us and we should be in and out without incident. Maybe..."
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Vox sends some low-level intern to deliver Valentino a rose and an iced coffee, a little tag on it saying --Yours always, Vox.
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With light pink color dotting his cheeks, Valentino waits until the intern is gone and then turns toward the nearest camera. Four hands grab the fur lining of his coat and open it for a split second, flashing the lens because he wears absolutely nothing underneath. Snickering, the pimp then fishes an ice cube out of his coffee and pulls the fabric aside just enough to expose one of his heart-shaped nipples. A melodic hum resonates as the moth rubs the ice on his sensitive skin, making it pert and shiny, still facing the camera and now seductively biting his bottom lip.
