#lewey

He let Ombre know of his arrival and waited for a commercial to greet his Papa.

After a hug and a kiss on the cheek in greeting, he mentally debated how to explain his current crisis. Not one to beat around the bush, he went straight to his point, "Papa...do you think I'm too cold?"

Ombre greeted Lewey with a hug and helped him silently through the door and to the sitting area that looked a tad out of place as it was the twin’s “hot tea spill” area for when they had special guests Alastor didn’t trust alone with them. It was super comfortable though.

Alastor was nearing the end stretch of his broadcast when Ombre came to let him know Lewey was there to talk, he looked over to his son and waved before holding up three fingers, asking for three minutes to finish the skit he was doing. The Radio Demon didn’t often play commercials, he had no need to as the Queen of Hell he had all the riches he could desire, but he did have a few on hand that were more-so favors than paid promotions. Advertisements for Charlie’s hotel, Husk’s casino, Rosie’s Emporium, IMP (mostly there to piss Satan off after he had his ruling overturned), Lulu World, Ozzie’s, and an open invite to Bee’s party that night (never time-sensitive).

He loaded them in to play and as soon as the On Air light was off, he got up to go to his son, hugging him and kissing his cheek as well. “Ah Lewey, mon loulou, it’s been ages since you’ve some see papa do his passion project~” He commented warmly before Lewey cut to the point of his visit and Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “Cold? No, I think you’re just right… And a bit like me—or how I was before you kids, I was cold. I would make people feel terrible for even speaking to me.” He admitted. “You’re not like that, it is just that you have...a different battery, lets say. Most of our family is performers, we feed off of others paying attention to us. You feed off of time alone and enjoy having time to think, but you’re always fair.” He tried explaining.

Everyone: *falling*

[---Something was..wrong, he felt it in his very core, but before he could think to act, he was forced to the ground, eyes widening as his colors shifted wildly, his face glowing for those few seconds as it shifted to something more complete--more humanoid. To him, it’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced in years, to anyone who was looking at him, it was as if they were being blinded. Still, when it ends, he gasps a bit, looking around until he notices his hands, limbs trembling a bit as he brought them to his face, noticing the hint of pink.]

“...WHAT--?”

[---He then brings his hands to his face, immediately noticing that it was whole and squeaked a bit, pulling at the skin repeatedly. How the fuck? When the fuck? This didn’t make sense to him. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t---]

This is Lewey’s favourite bird. They call out to each other throughout the day, every day. The weird thing is that they usually stay as far away as possible, hidden high up in the trees or just flying by. This one in particular was really nearby and staring into our balcony for a good 15 minutes and calling out non-stop. Perhaps they sense something missing and are trying to see where the little yellow loudspeaker is. 

 “forgetthegouda “forgetthegouda “HM.” hm...”

motherfucker you should go look for someone made outta meat

“DON’T BE LIKE THAT, FRIEND!”

2 vets saw him and they couldn't say for sure what it was without taking a blood sample. He's too small for enough blood to be drawn. The first vet had said possible liver disease and it's killing me inside for not having seen any signs earlier. Over the last 2 and a half years since he's been adopted his beak stopped over growing and his feather quality had improved. There weren't any major signs of any illness as he was always active, eating his sprouts and veggies and chirping incessantly up until 2 days ago and we went to the vet almost immediately.

I can't believe he's gone and it's eating me up every minute I let my mind wander.