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[ text to:  Old Man Bill ] bill i need to talk to you.

[ text to: Old Man Bill ] it’s kinda. some deep shit.

“I don’t ask for much,” She catches him by his sleeve as he passes by - her fingers loosely hooked so he can easily spin away, but she hopes it’s enough to stop him in his tracks for two seconds! “but I want a motivational Cipher Family calendar for my birthday.” 

October is months away, but it’s never too early to make “demands”, right? 

THIS SHIT IS SO LATE AND I’M SO SORRY

   Ruby hues blink confusedly at the gifts that await him in his hotel room, head tilting sharply with the curiosity that he held. Pointed shoes carry him smoothly over, his head keeping that turned motion the entire way until the gifts were right at his toes. The deer demon hums, bouncing briefly on his heels before he SWEPT down to snatch the presents into his hands.

     Alastor tilts the neatly wrapped presents, inspecting every single corner of the finely packaged present. His eyes catch the tag and he hastily grabs for it, pinching it between his fingers so he could read it. AH ! From Bill and family. The smile at his lips grows even wider, genuine now. He does adore that family.

     In one swift movement, the box that holds the portal gun is opened. He plucks it from its confines, dropping the box as he weighs the gun in his open hand. Clawed fingers tap along the handle and he hums – INTERESTING. And very, very useful. He plans on using it SOON. The second box is then opened with the same amount of dramatic flair and he pinches the papers before his eyes grow wide.

    Oh …. Oh– They shouldn’t have. His heart, though, is swelling. Alastor had not been home in such a long, long time. And he would be honored to share his home with the family that he so greatly cherished. If Alastor had the capability, he would possibly cry– shed a tear at how thoughtful these gifts were. But he prided himself on his stoicism (if … that was the correct word for it) and he would not show weakness– even if he was alone. 

   But … that did not mean he had to celebrate alone. Alastor goes back to the gun and his index finger fondles the trigger thoughtfully. The demon walks to the fallen box and then peeks through the instructions, scanning them quickly. His gaze looks back to the gun and his grin widens MORE. 

Call Limbo crazy, but despite the other entity’s great Presence he felt no real threat from him... at least, not right now. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a warm welcome, but he was used to that kind of reception by now. He knew he was intruding in this other entity’s space, but he’d long since forsaken any attempt at knocking when he woke up from the long sleep without a physical body so long ago. Couldn’t really knock without fists, as it were.

And besides, what was the worse that could happen to him when he was all but intangible? He would take his chances. There wasn’t very much that could top eternal, restless damnation in his book; except perhaps damnation without the slightest idea of who he was, that is.

— Hence:

“I’ve been lost for such a long time...” said Limbo in his near-whisper, and the wavering white outlines of his eyes seemed to turn to him now. In the next instant, they seemed to just look through him, seeing something apart from them both. Something of the long-distant past. A fragment of memory creeping at the edge of his awareness. On the blackness of his form, the pointed face of a woman blipped into existence for the barest of moments and then faded back into deepest black.

“I had sensed a great power from this house... and thought I might find someone else here who knows what it’s like to not belong on this plane...” said Limbo, forever ignorant, “You may appear to be a mere man, but there’s something about you I cannot place...” he hummed softly, and the tone of the sound is wistful rather than afraid.

They stalled for a moment when they first noticed the gift box, a mixture of slight hesitation after that doll scare, but that’s being drowned out by a majority of growing delight in the form of chitters and one whole click.  They recognized the smell of the gifter and at least one of the gifts, even if their bad eyesight could read that tag, it’s fuckin Bill!~ Who else would make a drink like this?They sat down on a chair while placing the gift on the table, opening the gift and going straight for that godbrain cocktail. It’s really becoming a favorite of theirs, and while they wanna sit there and chug the whole thing they can smell ooooone other thing in the box. After a bit of patting around, they found a beautiful broach!~ At least it feels beautiful, it’s in the shape of a scarab! They smell stuff that makes a jade and a lava-y  obsidian, It feels like there’s magic in there as well!  And they just-

“!!!!!?!?!?!?!!?”

“?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!”

Ninat was still unsure about all this. He was wary of Bill. He had always seem closer to Nero and figured with the break up that he would brush him off. Then again, Bill didn’t seem the type.  Julian having fed on his despair was making him in a much better mood than he otherwise would have been. 

Bill are you asking me to write out what I find sexy or arousing about your BODY.. ??? Because Daddy #2 WILL remove my blood mary privileges.

Know what I love tho..?? That confidence. I don’t have to be interested in someone to think that’s fucking pleasing to look at. And your case it’s fucking BOOMING. In SUCH a good way.

You are the kind of person that could convince someone the sky is purple and they would thank you for it.