#radiovocals

‘ alastor! ‘

her voice is a bubble of delight, popping with her movement as she bounds to him, bouncing in place for a moment before she gasps and jumps high enough to grab his sleeve and scurry all the way up to his shoulder, picking a piece of rubble and brushing some dust furiously out of his hair. 

how can they stop when he makes it so easy? it’s as if alastor is asking for them to make that smile tighten and eyes flash with dislike. it’s the most genuine emotion he seems capable of offering, and what does the god of theater love more than challenging an actor? pushing them until they break character, then watching them rebuild with the pieces to make something greater. he’s a PERFORMER, and really, they expect better. 

nevertheless, they grin wide enough to rival his own smile, absentmindedly twirling a knife between their claws. don’t ask where it came from, alastor doesn’t want to know where it came from. 

‘ oh, darling alastor, when have you or i ever invaded personal space, hm? ‘

it’s a casual jab, a little reminder that while they may seem to be nothing but an overpowered monstrosity with too much time on their hands, they are watching. he wants an audience? the god of acting will watch, will analyze, and ultimately find his performance LACKING. but in the meantime, they can poke and prod, see what he can improve on and maybe, if they feel so inclined, will give him the components to becoming the most lovely liar. 

for now, however, they begin cooking next to him, not close, but on the same counter. he can’t exactly make food for everyone, can he? cutting meat in even dices, they toss a piece into the air and catch it in their mouth. 

they’ve certainly made themselves at home. slouching in a chair with their long legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, one of their arms drops dramatically with a thump. their rattle chatters with them as they throw their head back with a groan. 

                    If      sheer      utterances      S P E W E D     forth      from      Alastor’s      severe      grin      could      inflict      such      damage      akin      to      how      grief      knots      the      hounds      innards      with     various     twists      and      turns     (      𝚖𝚢 ,      𝚖𝚢 ,      𝚖𝚢      𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝      𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎      𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍      𝚋𝚎      𝚒𝚗   !!!      )     But      unfortunately      as      emerald      hues      glare      with      a      razor      like      precision      aiming      directly      at      his     lack      of      heart        /       Ginger      no      longer      indulged      in      her      various      fantasies      of      rendering      his      flesh      a      puddle     of      vermilion      tissue,      muscle      &&      marrow      whilst     𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐     canines      sunk      into      those      ivory      bones      ————      How ,      unfortunate      on      the      beasties      behalf .

“     Alastor ,     ”      husky      purr      reverberates      the      backing      of      hoarse      larynx ,      vocals     HONEYED      in      their      timbre        “     If      we      weren’t      already      in      this      shithole ,      I’d      tell      ya’      where      ta’      go      and      that’s      straight      to      fuckin’      Hell .    ”      

D E R I S I V E      intonations      surely      would      elicit      an      unsavory      reaction      from      her      maker        /       even      so      that      the      fleeting      ruminations      of      former     penalties     resulted      in      a      slight      recoil      from      petite      physique ;      such     caustic      language      was      her      Achilles      heel      and      yet      in      its      entirety ,      the      fiery      redhead      deemed      it      worthwhile      𝚒𝚏      𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢      𝚝𝚘      𝚜𝚎𝚎      𝚝𝚑𝚎      𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛      𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 .

       Ah, this demon. Yes, he remembered him. Such a fun little demon. Silently he walks to the room, the apple part of his cane quietly pushing into the others back having come with nay a step on his feet.

‘ Good evening, Alastor ol’ boy. How are you today? Quite exciting, yes? All this hotel business, got you something to keep you entertained? ’

a quick little giggle seems to emit from everywhere, not her, and she appears from the darkness a moment later with a few sparks as the only announcement of her presence as her claws scrape against the ground. up alastor’s back she climbs, feet propped against his collar as she peers with an unnerving look in her eye. 

      Lips purse together as eyes scan over the RADIO Demon in mild curiosity. A hand lazily dragging through his chest fluff, for once not in a sexual manner. Instead simply grooming the fur, just so it sat perfectly and wasn’t in a tangled mess. 

      It’s quiet to the SPIDER. Far too quiet for his liking. With a restless sound, Angel looks away for a moment, pondering on if he should bother the other or not. 

      It doesn’t take long for him to impulsively do what many would not do. 

                                                            Bother.