#afelldemon

[cannihe]

❝ oh,  mister  alasto'  !  pleasant  ta  see  ya  ! ❞  milo  greets  with  a  smile  as  he's  wiping  his  hands  with  a  towel.  quickly  moving  from  behind  the  counter  and  leaves  himself  more  open  and  welcoming  towards  @afelldemon.   ❝ it's  not  often  we  get  a  visit  f'om  oth'a  ove'lo'ds  --  i  hope  ya  see  somethin'  ya  like. ❞  he  states,  motioning  over  to  the  baked  goods  behind  a  glass. 

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.

[hcppyhotel]

@afelldemon , it's all fun and games until someone gets fucked up ;;

( mastecate ) - chew on warm flesh, swallow for Angel. He was hungry.

angel  would  admit,  getting  banged  up  and  shot  was  a  pretty  shitty  way  to  go,  but  --  probably  wasn't  the  worst.  having  made  it  to  the  hotel  two  seconds  from  death  --  hey,  at  least  he  made  it  to  the  hotel.  and  while  he  would  have  perferred  to  perish  alone,  he  supposed  the  company  was  a  bit  welcomed,  even  said  company  was  unsettling.

hey,  he's  had  worse,  surprisingly.  that  was  until  the  other  had  prompted  on  eating  his  flesh...  or  maybe  it  was  a  bite,  angel  couldn't  really�� tell  as  could  feel  the  last  of  the  blood  leave  his  body.  he  doesn't  remember  the  words  that  were  exchanged  but  did  feel  fangs  on  him,  piercing  through  flesh  as  skin  tears  off  of  him.  the  pain  was  excruciating  --  he  had  HOPED  that  the  radio  demon  had  some  sympathy  and  waited  until  after  angel  was  dead,  but  --  the  shock  was  starting  to  settle,  and...  angel  didn't  really  care  anymore.

the  only  thing  that  was  clear  when  angel  woke  up  was  the  itchiness  on  his  skin  and  the  desire  to  scratch  where  he  was  bitten  off.  but  the  feeling  fades  and  angel  is  left  to  stare  at  the  ceiling  of  his  room.

[screwslooseboozer]

　" You can't trick me, motherfucker! " He's actually snickering with Alastor's infectious laughter. " You twisted bitch, I know you too fuckin' well! Hey, hey -- Jesus walks up to an innkeeper, hands him some nails and a hammer, and says, ' Can ya put me up for the night? ' HAH! "

There's a sudden silence as the static cuts out. Alastor's neck cranks just to the side as eyes narrow at their contractee. The words that come out their mouth drip with restrained fury. "...you do know we're talking about my mother's faith here, Husk. I can only tolerate-"

"-bwAHAHAHAHA I can't keep that up! Oh, that's a good one!"

[kakodaimones]

I'm thinking... Inbox Call for here + @afelldemon (my Alastor Blog)? Give this post a like and specify muse(s) and I'll go through your prompts tag.

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} " Oh right, you're ancient. I forgot about that for a second, don't worry about it. "

"...who and what now? I don't know modern vaudeville."

[screwslooseboozer]

　" Y'know, Al, I always hated goin' to church when I was a kid. All that movin' around, ' stand up, kneel, sit down, kneel again, stand, ' I'm sittin' there thinkin', ' damn, I wish this guy would just pick a position and fuck me already! ' "

"Pfffft hahahaHAHAHA! Now there's a challenge for the grandmasters!"

[screwslooseboozer]

　" Hell, ya play it like normal once ya got a condom on the bishop! "

"Aha... please, enlighten me." Oh, this is exactly why he has him around.

[screwslooseboozer]

　" Ya like that one, huh? How 'bout this : how d'ya play chess with a Catholic? "

Static-rich guffawing is already filling the air as the radio demon barely prevents himself from keeling over.

[screwslooseboozer]

　" How the fuck should I know? Go ask the altar boys. "

"I don't know, Husker, how big of a bed does a priest sleep in?"

[cannihe]

❝ well,  i  hope  we  can  sedate  your  carnal  needs,  ma'am  ! ❞  he  says,  walking  back  towards  behind  the  counter.  ❝ in  fact,  i  think  i  may  have  a  fresh  pie  ready  just  fo'  you  !  fresh  ingredients  that  my  wife  had  provided  just  this  mornin'  ! ❞ 

as  he's  in  the  process  of  opening  the  oven,  he  hears  the  overlord's  ask  about  his  wife,  ❝ oh,  bon's  been  swell,  thanks  fo'  askin'  !  normally  she's  running  th'  shop  in  th'  mornin',  but  she  wanted  ta  take  th'  kids  out  to  th'  park  !  thy've  been  crying  about  it  fo'  ages  --  they  do  miss  chasing  the  rats. ❞

there's  a  chuckle  before  a  pie  is  placed  on  a  cooling  stand  on  the  counter.  after  removing  the  oven  mitts,  hands  are  placed  in  the  side  in  a  presenting  manner,  ❝ he'  we  go  --  just  th'  pie  for  ya  ! ❞ 

"Milo, my good man! It's always a pleasure!" The radio demon is never not smiling, but as they're entering the bakery they're doing so with their eyes as well. The gourmand in her loves the little shops of Cannibal Town with the kind of affection that only the Crescent City's establishments could rival.

"I feel like I've gone without a good pie for so long that the last one I had might as well have been in Natchitoches... ah, but I know you and Bonnie always do right by me...." Alastor peers over the case, internally debating what to select as each label tempts them and drags his attention away from each other. Pupils flick up and over for a second to address the baker.

"How is the missus, by the way?"

[cxffeeshxp]

{{ L }} " Comedy is not your strong suit. You're no Abbott and Costello. "

{{ L }} " Oh right.... it's Sunday. "