@redemptsin called in : ❛ how could you say something like that to me? ❜ / from rosie!
The firey words of the overlord seated opposite him and across the quant dinette do not necessarily come as a shock. However, the far more scorching tea that is flung into his lap is something of an unexpected retaliation. Alastor thrusts his hips backward, the legs of his chair screeching in protest against the floor, hands up in the air an eyes wide as the drink seeps through his trousers. The liquid simmers against his skin, earning a hiss out of the radio demon. What an absolute display...
"Rosie⸺" He says through gritted teeth, a warning to his good friend. The (mildly) smug smile that played across his mouth a moment ago has long since gone, replaced by a rare grimace. "My dear...let's not LOSE OUR HEADS." Alastor cautions, plucking a nearby napkin from the table and throwing it across his lap, eyes never leaving the woman before him. He's insulted her, clearly, and hell hath no fury...
"My, my...what a temper." He clicks his tongue, finally blotting himself with his napkin as radio static still crackles with displeasure in the air surrounding them both. She has pushed him to the edge with her little display. "And what would you do if I spilled tea on your dress, hm?"
Such behavior is beneath him, of course.
