#radiodemon77

Oh, Lucifer has had enough. So now they were going for the seductive side to get on his nerves? Or was it true that they were trying to flirt? Whatever it was, the fallen angel was going to take the reins right away.

With a grin, he grabbed their shirt to pull them down and make them look him in the eye. His eyes turned red as he grabbed his chin with his free hand.

"Oh shi-! Alastor! Hello....?!"

The casino overlord greets around a surprised cough, trying to cover the fact that he'd been mid-sip and promptly choked on his brandy when the stag suddenly appeared. He'd turned quickly on his seat at the little VIP bar, and was now trying to play it off.

"Uhhh....nice to see you....?"

"Hey Husk..why does he say 'Pets' like there two of them?

Well, if Alastor is going to be a jerk and laugh about it, then he can totally ruin his fun.

"Angel, Angel, Angel...Why bother with that old prick when there's a much better seat right here?"

despite alastor’s warning, angel can’t help but slip in a quick : ❝ i don’t tend ta’ taste myself much, but if you were curious, you could ask my boss — ❞ before letting the smile falter ever so slightly to morph into subtle contemplation.

❝ i think it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious i think im hot shit. i’m hell’s most famous porn star ; ya don’t get that easy. i got more fanmail than i can even read. ‘course i think im . . . ‘tasteful’. ❞ a flicker of something, then, gone before it could fully form. the fear of vulnerability, perhaps, or letting the mask slip.

❝ why are you even askin’, anyway ? ❞

husk was more than happy to come & attend the party that was the talk of the town. the feline himself already mingling & dancing the night away. taking a light break he found himself resting at the tables chatting away with a few that was near by talking big game about his casino

in corner of an eye he noticed an overlord just like himself lurking around. husk hummed softly sitting up on his chair that he was leaning back on. he wasn't sure if he should approach or not but he stood up as he likes to chat and make himself known

" your the radio demon right? "

"I swear to God, Al.." He grumbled.

"I'm going to PURPOSEFULLY make trouble come over to this here hotel, and they're going to specifically be made to upset your stomach when you eat them!" It wasn't even the cannibalism part that ruffled his feathers. Maybe it was the duck the other week.

“Considered, sure. Plotted? Yeh. Tried? A couple times. Couldn’t do it. You forget that I ain’t like you n’ ya overlord buddies. Which is flatterin’, but I think them expectations is too high.”