𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝚊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 VẸι𝕃 𝚊 ℍ𝕀𝔻𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝔹𝕃𝔸𝔻𝔼.
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#HazbinHotelRP #MVRP
Can't stand the idea of anyone else beating you to it?
Not like that'll ever happen, of course.
Can't stand the idea of anyone else beating you to it?
Not like that'll ever happen, of course.
( oh, ha-ha. guns. very funny. )
( oh, ha-ha. guns. very funny. )
Do not see a doctor.
The only signs he's truly paying attention are the subtle tilt of his head, and the unreadable smile playing across his lips.
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It’s better for everyone this way, they’ll stop “moaning” soon enough. ‘N once they stop and forget about me, everyone will be happy- you, them, me.. Win-win, no?
The only signs he's truly paying attention are the subtle tilt of his head, and the unreadable smile playing across his lips.
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It's Alastor. Of course he knows far more than he lets on.
While he delights in getting his hands dirty at the best of times, he just 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 a good 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.
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It's Alastor. Of course he knows far more than he lets on.
While he delights in getting his hands dirty at the best of times, he just 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 a good 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.
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He's quite certain he didn't. But if he did, then maybe that poor excuse of a king was onto something when he called him out for dozing o---
----ʇʎuɐ ʇnoqɐ ʇɥɓıɹ sɐʍ ɥɔɹɐuoɯ ssǝlǝsn ʇɐɥʇ ʇıɯpɐ uɐɥʇ ɹoop ɹɐɔ ɐ uı ǝnɓuoʇ sıɥ ɯɐls ɹǝuoos p,ǝH
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He's quite certain he didn't. But if he did, then maybe that poor excuse of a king was onto something when he called him out for dozing o---
----ʇʎuɐ ʇnoqɐ ʇɥɓıɹ sɐʍ ɥɔɹɐuoɯ ssǝlǝsn ʇɐɥʇ ʇıɯpɐ uɐɥʇ ɹoop ɹɐɔ ɐ uı ǝnɓuoʇ sıɥ ɯɐls ɹǝuoos p,ǝH
...
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( Alastor tilts his head at a concerning angle as he pretends to think.
Oh, these youngsters and their dedication to making things way harder for themselves than they need to be.
He half-heartedly shrugs once he "arrives" at a conclusion. )
Well, that's stupid. You're already here.
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( Alastor tilts his head at a concerning angle as he pretends to think.
Oh, these youngsters and their dedication to making things way harder for themselves than they need to be.
He half-heartedly shrugs once he "arrives" at a conclusion. )
Well, that's stupid. You're already here.
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( A deranged little chuckle bubbles up his throat. The shadows swallow him whole, and he re-manifests onto the nearest couch. )
You could be rude all day and it wouldn’t change a thing. But I commend the effort.
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You could be making a whole fuckin’ tea shop, who gives a fuck..
ꨄ︎ He mutters under his breath, staring at the floor. Angel never really had much in common with Alastor, and all he can come up with now just involves being more rude. ꨄ︎
( A deranged little chuckle bubbles up his throat. The shadows swallow him whole, and he re-manifests onto the nearest couch. )
You could be rude all day and it wouldn’t change a thing. But I commend the effort.
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Haha. Hahahahahahaha.
Haha. Hahahahahahaha.
.... fucking cannibal "
.... fucking cannibal "
( Out of nowhere, the shadows spit out a random sinner shaking in terror right in front of them. He's bound by... glowing, green tendrils? )
So a Marty will have to do!
( Out of nowhere, the shadows spit out a random sinner shaking in terror right in front of them. He's bound by... glowing, green tendrils? )
So a Marty will have to do!
He stares at Angel like he had just been squeaked at by a particularly rude mouse.
His grin then widens to an impossible degree -- a complete mismatch to the venom behind the former resident's words. )
Well, I do make an excellent cup of tea. +
He stares at Angel like he had just been squeaked at by a particularly rude mouse.
His grin then widens to an impossible degree -- a complete mismatch to the venom behind the former resident's words. )
Well, I do make an excellent cup of tea. +