𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯.
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glory and gore go hand in hand.
( he could do without a reminder. accidental or not. )
November 26, 2025 at 12:55 AM
( really. what an odd way to warmly invite a guest back. )
November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
A little kitty told me little tricks like that can work. I reckon you'd be back to your senses by the time you hit the pavement!

( The bastard beams as if he's offering a perfectly reasonable solution. )

Rinse and repeat until success is achieved.
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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Spy, rat, puppet --- whatever role you think you're playing, it's all the same to me.

( Then, with a cheerful little lilt, )

If you start behaving funny again, I'd simply toss you out a window.

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
And yet... Here you are.

( He barely holds in a giggle --- bright, all too knowing, as though Angel just proved a point he didn't know he was making. )

You really 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 use a 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 reality check. You're hardly a danger to this place.

( He flicks his wrist dismissively. )

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
If you really wanted to "protect" them from yourself, you wouldn't have shown up at all.

( He utters in a cheery voice, seemingly unfazed by Angel's very obvious distress. )

Not even in passing. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. You would've stayed gone even if it meant never seeing them again.

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
( ...His voice strangely lacks malice.

He continues before the spider can snap back: )

Lovely! Now that we've reached the end of your monologue, allow me the courtesy of a response.

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Throughout his long, drawn-out rambling, Alastor only listens on with the same infuriating calm.

The radio demon only blinks up at Angel slowly with half-hearted interest once he reaches an end. )

Are you done?

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
In Alastor's eyes, the spider's like a rabbit. And it's hopping uselessly around a trap that will never spring.

Overly cautious, yet oh-so sweetly clueless.

llɐʍ ʞɔıɹq ɐ ʇɐ sǝlqqǝd ɓuıʍoɹɥʇ plıɥɔ ʎɹɓuɐ uɐ ǝʞıl ǝɹoɯ s,ǝɥ ǝqʎɐɯ ɹO

Really, it's almost endearing!

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November 25, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Alastor crosses his legs and props his elbows on the countertop. He rests his cheeks atop his hands, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Some gossip wouldn't go amiss."

( 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. )
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November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
"Up for a chat, dear Husker? I've been dreadfully bored these past few days."

With a snap of his fingers, they find themselves at their usual positions at the bar.

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November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Every flicker of his ₳₦₲ɆⱤ, every twitch of his 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧, every spark of his 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ---

the chain trembles, and Alastor notices.

𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨.

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November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
The less he seems to know, the harder they try to hide the inevitable. Really, it can't get any funnier than that!

The 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 binds Husk to him. And 𝘩𝘪𝘮, to Husk.

By now, the bartender should be clever enough to notice the constant scrutiny.

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November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
It's always been a part of his odd brand of sadism: all he really has to do is poke, and prod, and poke, and 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙--- dance around the elephant in the room until the tiniest c̷r̷a̷c̷k̷s̷ reveal the secrets they thought well-hidden.

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November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
✧ o mama you are very sweet, bless you dearie 🫶
November 25, 2025 at 12:49 AM
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✧ Replies on weekdays tend to be slow since I have work from 9 AM to 6 PM.

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November 25, 2025 at 12:03 AM