#( my son is so v ery smitten by his dramatic ass )

[truearchangel]

   Yes, actually. That was exactly what Michael wanted to hear. And if he had just said that and left it at that, this would have been so much easier. Instead, as Michael sat there satisfied at getting the answer he finally wanted to hear–Alastor kept going. And going. And going. Dramatic and chaotic, eventually satisfying himself by throwing himself onto the bed like a defeated little ballon that was popped. 

   And he finally laughed. 

   After holding it in for so long watching that finally broke him. A laugh startled from his throat, bright and cheerful, and then eventually started bubbling out of him in long chaotic continual amusement. He fell over with the demon on the bed, dropping his head onto Alastor’s chest as he continued to laugh like the other was showing him the most amusing thing in the world by what he was doing. 

   It really was just so cute. Absolutely adorable and completely temper tantrum-like. A child who wasn’t getting what he wanted, caught with his hand in the cookie jar, forced to admit he liked something that he had done himself. All because Michael asked one to many questions and was trying to reassure himself that Alastor was happy and comfortable. 

   What an absolute brat. 

   And he adored him for it.

   He sucked in a breath and turned his head to the side, setting his gaze on Alastor and watching him with a gentle smile. He knows the demon is going to be pissed at him for laughing, but he really couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry–well, not really but it sounds like the right thing to say.” See, that’s what he meant about twisting one’s behavior because they think it’ll help. “But you’re just so cute and I know that is probably a blow to your ego, the fact I’m not terrified of you but like–you should have seen your shadow.”

   The way he was acting, but the shadow too. Alastor was more scary looking with the ticking eyes than his shadow was, trying to bare its teeth like an irritated cat. “I want to pet it so badly.” The demon he was laying on top of as well, but the shadow too. It was like a cute little fawn that was trying to act like a big scary full buck. 

   He cannot say that. He can’t! Alastor would actually probably snap his neck!   Smiling gently he raised his hand up and reached for the other, moving slowly in the chance he actually did piss Alastor off laughing at him. “It does, by the way, make me feel a lot better knowing you wanted to do it. And by the way, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

Alastor's expression was dull as Michael seemed intent on clarifying something he did not think NEEDED clarification. But he was silent all the same - maybe cowed slightly by the fingers in his hair which threatened to pull a shiver from him. But he aggressively tamped that urge down, raising a brow at the angel's justification for his thinking.

Unfortunately, what he was saying did make some modicum of sense. But that did not mean Alastor had to agree that it was representative of him. The more Michael seemed determined to convince him that what he was doing was not his choice, the more he was beginning to understand that it very much was. And not solely to benefit the angel currently wrapped around him.

The tug to his hair made him wince slightly - ow. His scalp was sensitive. And under any other circumstances, such an act might have earned Michael an aggressive snap of teeth. But as it was now, it was earning him some level of respect - to face Alastor's clear attempt to display power and be unfazed.

Annoying as that was.

He snuffed irritably.

"You are laying on top of me because I like it. Is that what you are searching for? For me to admit that I am actively seeking something out because I like it??" He was admittedly slightly exasperated. "I kissed you because I wanted to see if I would enjoy it and I did. I do not know how much clearer I can possibly be. And even now I stare at your MOUTH because I want to do it again!"

He laid back into the pillows again. Dramatic.

"Would you like to properly flay me open and investigate my desire to do so, next? I will give you the knife!"

A better alternative would be to simply kill him. That was fine, too. Save him of this flim-flammery.

"My boundaries are stated when they need to be. You will know when I do not want something. In fact, what I do not want now is for you to continue to needle me so. Let me wither away in my fruitless endeavors."

Nobody ever said Alastor was not capable of theatrics. If Michael wanted to get closer, he would need to get used to that.