#red velevt bambi

[hopeful-hellion]

Doodling more RP partners <33

@hellishradio

Thank you SOOOO much for answering my silly little asks all this time! You're Alastor portrayal is SO GOOD? IT'S SOOOO IN CHARACTER! Makes me happy to read everything you post tbh :)

@happy-hotelier

I know we've just started interacting but between the concept of Alastor actually trying to be redeemed to some level and the fun I'm already having with him I HAD TO DOODLE HIM!! I hope you know I look forward to each response and the ideas for where the RP can go excite me :DD

@red-velvet-bambi

I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY?? TO RETURN TO RADIO AND MURDER ON A REGULAR BASIS WHY IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK??

I knew as soon as I read it bio I HAD to interact and it's been SUUUPPER FUN! Every night since we've started RPING I find myself at the computer excited and intrigued got what's going to happen next! :DD Like, I be Thinking about this rp and possible future stuff! You're writing IS SOOOO GOOD AND IM ADORING HOW IN CHARACTER ALASTOR IS WITH THE CIRCUMSTANCES <33

[hopeful-hellion]

To that both Jackie and Alastor looked surprised. Alastor only allowing the expression for a blink of an eye, a barely perceivable shift before setting his sights back on the forehead of the venison. Seems even trash can understand its place every once and a while. The pathetic look on his lookalikes face make his skin crawl. He would never allow himself to stoop so low as to let trivial distractions hurt him in anyway.

If it had been anyone else, Jackie would be quick to offer him comfort in the ways of a hand on his shoulder or a hug but they know oh so well that Alastor only like to be touched on his terms so they make the assumption that Bambi feels similarly. Plus, he probably got too much of that shit from his job as it is. They're about to attempt comforting words despite not knowing Mimzy in any close fashion but just like that he's moving on. Maybe later.

"Don't think this little display of theatrics will buy you my sympathy." Alastor's tone comes out with an edge, "You are still a fake going around doing my image a disservice."

Jackie's nearly finished their ham slices as they listen to the two converse. He didn't need to step in, not just yet.

"And you're absolutely certain you sent this imposter the right time on that pathetic excuse of a communicator?" Alastor stood right outside the hotel doors, leaning on his cane with an annoyed look in his piercing crimson eyes.

Jackie sighs, rolling their eyes. "Yes, I'm suuuuure. Just give him a moment." Jackie stood off to Alastor's right side, impatient for Bambi's arrival themselves shown by the tapping of their left foot.

It had been a bit of a chore but he and Nifty dusted, mopped, wiped down, and generally cleaned up all of the main rooms in the hotel for in preparation for Bambi's arrival. Alastor had insisted on prettying himself up instead of helping, the asshole. At least the hotel looked nice though.

Well. It certainly looks like a legitimate business, at least? He can rest assured that this probably isn't some kind of scam. He sighs, still eyeing the building warily. He's allowed to protect himself still if need be, so even if there does turn out to be some kind of problem, he's not too worried... Or so he's telling himself, anyway.

Just give up the stupid ghost and knock already. He's no coward. He won't run with his non-metaphorical tail between his legs. Besides, he's been promised dinner and he's already hungry. There's probably plenty of people to eat in there anyway.

[hopeful-hellion]

Oh god okay better hope this doesn't sound crazy enough to drive him away. Though to be fair, he could also just never come back if it made the other more comfortable. It would suck to know he'd made that bad or weird maybe, of an impression but he was a big boy and he could if needed. Though the teasing wink sure ain't helping make thing any easier.

"N-Not a fan, no." They chuckle awkwardly, "I-I didn't even know this place existed until my friend Angel dumped me here tonight." There's no way to say this that doesn't sound weird is there? They sigh. "Okay, this is going to sound weird and if ya wanna ditch me or want me to leave afterwards I toootally get that." He can only hope knowing he's got an easy out will make him feel even the littlest bit better. "S-So I live and work at this place called the Hazbin Hotel. I-It's uh, a hotel that aims to rehabilitate sinners so that maybe they can get into Heaven? At the very least they want to help put an end to the yearly Exterminations. Heading the project is the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar. She's a really nice person btw, just as spirited in person as in the commercials and interviews on tv. A-Anyways, she's got a sort of right hand and/or business partner?(As if Alastor would tell them) named Alastor. You might know him by his stage name, the Radio Demon? E-either way I have a big, like massive, crush on that guy," They're cheeks even start to darken just saying it out loud. "B-but he's not really interested in a romantic partnership of any kind so...." They take a moment to gather themselves, chest pumping faster as they pictured that devilishly handsome grin.

"I guess Angel must've come to this club sometime, seen you, and decided you could be a g-good candidate?" They shrug cause they really didn't know in any certain terms. "Y-you really look a lot like him which is kind of why I was freaked out when you first saw me. The similarity is downright uncanny!" They can't look at him again, not until he reacts. If he was unhappy, which he probably would be, the eye contact would reeeally not be helpful.

The jackrabbit demon sighs, their left ear twitching in annoyance. They didn't know why the Hell Angel had been so insistent on them going to this club or why he had made him dress up for the occasion. Admittedly, the long black dress was a nice look when coupled with their black earrings but still!

They frown, remembering the mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke. "He'd better not be fucking with me..." They pause momentarily at the front door, the usual set of nerves already setting in as they looked it over. Just one hour, they remind themselves quietly, and then I can leave.

Walking through the front door they find themselves going through their plan. Stay in a corner or at the bar, don't draw attention, call Angel if shit goes south and-

Their eyes widen as they're thoughts dissolve all at once. Holy Shit. But how? Why? What the fuck kind of circumstance could have even led to this scenario?? A thousand questions run through their mind as they stand there, mouth agape.

It's not often he actually dances at the clubs anymore. Not since the videos took off the way they did. But Valentino gets what Valentino wants. No matter the circumstances.

It's not his fault his stupid shadow didn't want to play along this time. It's not like he can actually control the stupid thing. It does whatever it wants and then some.

He sighs, shaking it off. He's got another set starting soon. He can't be focusing on Val right now.