#ic Angel Dust;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁'𝓈 𝒯♡𝓅 𝐵❤𝓉𝓉❤𝓂

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Continued from x; @dark-ambition

"Aww, you wanna end the fun already? Fiiine, fine. I'm an honest demon at times, you got your wish." As the sinner stood up, he did so slowly, sensually... Running his hands up the chest of the snake-like body to have his fingers trail around the flare hood and hook his digits under it briefly as he leaned in close to the other's face.

"You know... You can stop being a stick in the mud whenever you feel like it, Penny." The smirk across the spider's face grew into a curled, seductive one for just a flash as he lifted his leg and removed himself from the lap of coils he had sat on.

"No one ever wants to anything interesting around here..." He sighs and smooths out his hair as he turns to go and retrieve the book he had discarded for the snake, bending over slowly and picking it up, offering it back to him.

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"If you're gonna keep insisting how much older you are and how hard you have it, I'm gonna keep calling you old. So either suck it up or shut it up." He snickered as he put his hand on his hip and began to follow the serpent to this supposed secret home he has. "And I do got a smart phone, but I only use it when I'm on the clock. When I'm out and about... I like my privacy too in that aspect."

He watched as it was fed to his hat and grimaced. That'd be hot if it wasn't his own personal items on the line. "... It better not get damaged from being in there..." He grumbled but obliged the snake as they continued together. "Is the walk far? Or are you using one of those machines to get around?"

“Don’t call me that. I never had grandchildren.” That was the only response Angel would receive from his teasing as he moved to grab the phone, looking it over for a moment before humming to himself. “Hm. And here I thought you would’ve had one of those botherssssome modern touch screen ones that are loaded with all ssssorts of spyware. Ssssuppose you have some sense after all. But just in cassse…..”

After that small moment of examination, he moves to bring said phone right up to the mouth of his hat, to which a long, fat slimy tongue shoots right out of its many fanged maw and is quick to snatch the phone and draw it into the mouth from whence it came. There was an almost cartoonish gulping sound effect, followed by a small burp from the hat, and Pentious moves to slither past the spider, intending for the other to follow. “You’ll get it back once you leave my home. Now come along.”

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@sssardonian-ssserpent liked for a small starter!

"So I says to the guy- Buddy, I can't hear myself think with all your screaming! I get you just got shot, but you still got off so I need my cash." The spider sips his tea as he's splayed out over a chair.

"And dats how yesterday went. Hows your week been then?"

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@dark-ambition asked;; “I’ll be fine.” (Sir Pentious to Angel Dust) from x

"You'll be FINE?!"

"Don't give me that 'Tis but a flesh wound' NONSENSE! If you wanna find out what happens if you die in hell, be my guest! If not, then get over here with MY first aid kit and let me HELP YOU! You think you're gonna get my cooties or something?!"

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Muses;

ic Blitzø;; 𝕽𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖔 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗

ic Stolas Goetia;; ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭

ic Fizzarolli;; 𝒥𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

ic Stella Goetia;; 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕

ic Charlie Morningstar;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

ic Angel Dust;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁'𝓈 𝒯♡𝓅 𝐵❤𝓉𝓉❤𝓂

ic Valentino;; 𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞

ic Alastor Hartfelt;; 🅳🅾🅽'🆃 🆃🆄🆁🅽 🆃🅷🅰🆃 🅳🅸🅰🅻

ic Vox;; TᖇᑌᔕT ᐯO᙭TEᑕᕼ

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ooc;; 🍑𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝔂🍑

ic Blitzø;; 𝕽𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖔 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗

ic Stolas Goetia;; ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭

ic Fizzarolli;; 𝒥𝒾𝓏𝓏𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

ic Stella Goetia;; 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕

ic Charlie Morningstar;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

ic Angel Dust;; 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁'𝓈 𝒯♡𝓅 𝐵❤𝓉𝓉❤𝓂

ic Valentino;; 𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞

ic Alastor Hartfelt;; 🅳🅾🅽'🆃 🆃🆄🆁🅽 🆃🅷🅰🆃 🅳🅸🅰🅻

ic Vox;; TᖇᑌᔕT ᐯO᙭TEᑕᕼ

psa;; ⚖️𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓜𝔂 𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼⚖️

aesthetics;; 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑

my art;; 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓼

Lore;; ʞooᙠ poo⅁ ǝɥ⊥

rp;; 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

musings;; 𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝟣 𝟤 𝟥…

asks;; ❔𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼❔

gray ask;; 😎𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼😎

psa;; 🍃𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮🍃

promo;; 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

rp meme;; 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉

ask starter;; 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊

meme prompt;; 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈?

one liner;; 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒

crack;; 🤡𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓯𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭🤡

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The idea that Sir Pentious had about Angel having it easy couldn't be farther from the truth. The mere idea would have a normal person fly into a rage from all the trials and tribulations the pornstar had faced down here. People recognizing your face is NOT a good thing in hell. But... There's no real point in explaining that. The spider sighed and didn't look too bothered by it. It's Hell, after all. Selfish points of view are how people get down there, and he's not about to expect anyone to change from his sob story. He doesn't like saying it, anyhow.

"All right, Gramps. If you insist, I'll come home with ya'. Didn't peg ya for the type that wants to go through my phone, though." He teases, but doesn't resist handing over to him. It was a simple design, a pink flip phone. "Be careful with it, all right? Can't afford another." The spider seemed a lot more casual about their interactions. Less sexually charged for now, at least.

"Lead da way, then. You're the one who holding us up."

“Yessss, yessss, because I’m sure out all people, you’re a professional when it comessss to survival down here. You know how to really tough it out in this eternity of ours, you, the bloody superstar celebrity, not me, the man who’s been in this place for the last hundred years. Not like I wasn’t already been down in this cesspool far before you were even a collection of cellssss in the womb, or anything.” He huffs and seems to openly roll his eyes as Angel stares at him with that odd smile, his hood flaring up to give off a faint, equally half-hearted twitch, but he moves to stand up from his chair nonetheless, pushing it back into the table and moving to dust off and adjust the fabric of his suit. He pulled on his sleeves, the shirt collar, and the hem of the suit itself, fussing over any wrinkles that it may have obtained when Angel sat in his lap, along with making one last adjustment to his bow tie, before finally crossing his arms again and turning to face Angel proper.

“Now, are you going to go with me or not? I’m tired of all this yapping about and I’d frankly like to go home and I’m perfectly content with not taking you with me at thisss rate.” He moves to hold out his hand expectantly. “If you are, then hand over your phone. I’m not about to let any of the countless horrid little tracking software and microphones that are on that bloody fancy colored brick give away the location of my abode to anyone.”

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"You really are adorable, Penny." Angel snickered casually as the other took his book back and he watched the other fluster so easy. He glanced around at the mention of being 'in public', and scoffed. "You remember we're IN Hell, right? No one gives two shits about me or you. If they cared about anyone but themselves, they wouldn't be here in da first place, pissy hissy."

"I mean, if it's privacy you'd prefer... We could always go back to the hotel. There, it'd be just the two of us... And I think we could make it if we try~." He finished his words in a sing-songy voice and laughed softly. "And I'm not just 'a' porn star. I'm THE porn star. Anyone giving you a second glance is just jealous I'm not fawning over them. People PAY for my attention, you know. And you get it for free. If that ain't flattery..." He tsked under his breath and put a hand on his hip. "But you made your point. I'll just head on back to my lonely room at the hotel... To be alone... With nobody around... To see or judge us- I mean, me, for... A few hours. Ciao, babe." The spider turned. Hate to see him go, love to watch him leave.

The admission from Angel that he would finally up and get off of his lap was something that made Pentious let out a faint sigh of relief, the tingling heat within his scales that surrounded his face making him feel more than a little overwhelmed with the weight of the man’s presence in his lap. Admittedly, the actual physical feeling of his body against his scales didn’t feel that bad, solid and firm, but fluffy, soft, warm, with a solid frame of flesh and bone that settled against his skin nicely. With how gangly the spider was, he had half expected the man to be rather bony, enough that it would cause some uncomfortable poking and prodding from where they dug into his sides or his waist, but there was nothing of that sort to be found.

He just…rather didn’t like the fact that they were in public (he could feel quite a few people staring at them already), among the fact that it felt like Angel was trying to make a mockery of him with being so openly brazen as to use his body like a chair to sit on, as well as the issue being that the spider had been so rude as to tear his book away to begin with. So as Angel began to slowly stand up from where he sat on his lap, he felt himself relax a little, only to feel those warm gloved hands suddenly slide right up against his chest, rubbing, gliding up the front of his suit, obviously trying to feel up his torso through his clothes, right up until those fingers are slowly tracing across the back of his neck, locking together, almost as if in an embrace. The sudden spark that slid down his spine at the sensation of those claws made the tingling heat in his cheeks grow into a tempest of flame, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slightly slack as the spider’s smoldering grin grows ever wider, and that voice whispers to him in a way that, loathe he admit it, made his insides shiver.

It’s only when Angel finally pulls away entirely from him that the spell is broken, the snake left blinking and flushing furiously in a haze of shock as he silently watches the other move to retrieve the book he had tossed aside. It’s only when Angel moves to hand it to him does he finally manage to jar himself into reacting, letting out a brief huff as he moves to take the book back, a hand already moving up to rub the back of his neck where the spider’s gloves had touched. He could still feel the tingling touch there, warm and faint.

“…Hmph. I’d hardly call having a porn sssstar sitting directly in my lap in the middle of a public cafe interesssting, Angel. More of another avenue for these leechessss to humiliate me and wallow my name in the mud.” He places the book down on the table, still flushing, still rubbing the back of his neck. “If you want your boredom sssated so badly, why not go seek out that bloody annoyance of a cyclops?”

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"Ah, you know you like my stories. Besides, they're a lot more engaging than yours- Jeez. You read a book, you gardened, and you tortured some poor sinners."

"Not even in a sexy way either. What a bummer." He crossed his legs and yawned, scratching his head. "Gotta be a way to liven things up around here..."

“A lot better before I heard that fucking story.” Pentious, currently sprawled over a nearby couch, laying down against a couple of pillows, rolls his eyes with a deadpan frown before letting out a sigh. “Can’t you jusssst keep all of your weird storiessss about the kind of sex these blokes try and pay you for to yoursssself for once?”

There was a brief moment of silence as his hood rattles faintly, petulantly, his tail giving a brief flick, before it settles down again. “…But if you mussst know, I spent a few days catching up on some reading, then I had to tend to my gardens. Spruce up the plants, trim them, forage ripe produce. Then I had some weapon tesssting done with the help of a couple captivessss after I dissolved a gang that tried to take over the territory around my home.”

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Hey. Hey wait a minute there. That sounds awfully FRUITY to say. And Angel's expression as he whipped around after hearing it says as much. Was that an offer? An invitation??? Absolutely not. But that didn't make it any less incriminating for the snake to say to the porn star.

"......."

"Ay yo??? If you wanted your place over mine, you coulda said so from the beginning." He smirks and let's one of his hands roll down his own curves of his body. "I knew you'd find it hard to resist me for that long~" He teased even more, but he seemed to... Pause. His smile faded into a look more of... Disappointment?

"Don't get your coils in a twist over it. I know that's now whatcha meant." Yeah, Angel has self awareness. He lets his hand fall and gives him a half hearted smile. "Listen, Penn. You gotta stop caring what other people think of you. It's what got most of the people down here killed. And that's the only good piece of advice I can give you, cause I'm living it."

Angel’s snickering and snide dismissal of Pentious’s words and his worries of being scorned by the public was enough to get the serpent’s eyes narrowing in mild irritation, his hood giving a faint, idle twitch, scowling softly as his tail flicks across the floor. “I’m not adorable, and clearly you’re living under one massive rock, or you’re even more denssssse and dull than I thought. People do care, but the only care they can bother to give is the care to kick you back into the dirt and rub your face in it. I already faced much paltry sssslander simply from the ruination of my plans thanks to your annoying interference in my warfare, and I’d frankly not face anymore at your hand, or anyone else’s, anymore.”

He moves to tuck the book back into his overcoat, more or less moving to be done with he conversation, until Angel makes the very clear and apparent offer to follow him back to the Hotel, free of eyes, and free of any rumors that may pop up thanks to the spectacle that already too many have been a witness to. It was enough to make his hood flare up again, partly, eyes going slightly wide, not only at the offer itself, but also at how a part of him actually felt strangely…tempted. It was brief, but the temptation was there, strong and heavy and enough to make him wonder, make him curious, make him anticipate. Then, after a moment more, he shakes it off with a huff, shooting a glare toward the grinning spider as he crosses his arms. “No, I do not think I will be partaking in any of the kind of privacy your pitiful little Hotel has to offer, thank you.”

As Angel Dust slowly begins to walk away…

“The only suitable place I will allow is my own residence, thank you very much.”