#My friend on the other side...[Alastor|Puckishperyton]

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His Turn to Choose Date Night (CLOSED RP with puckishperyton)

(( @puckishperyton with a brief feature of an OC of mine! ))

Angel applied mascara delicately, rolling the brush downward as his eye turned up, then doing the same on the other side. He made a kissy face in the mirror and dug for his many colors of lipstick, going for a darker, matte mauve. He applied it masterfully, and popped his lips happily, smirking at his reflection. He pushed up his fluffy bosom in the silky, sparkling dark dress that split up to his knees. Normally he’d wear a dress with a higher split, but didn’t know if that was okay at these classier shindigs like ballets. The tickets for the shit were like in the triple digits, so Angel was really grateful that Alastor had invited him as his date.

Angel actually found himself wanting very much to impress Alastor, make him happy, because for some ungodly reason, that very fact made Angel happy. Angel didn’t know how he felt about catching feelings like this, he definitely didn’t like to admit that he was at all, but he would do anything for anything that felt like happiness. Usually his attempts at that ended in a bloody nostril and a possible OD.

This way was so much more preferable.

“Hope you’re ready, Angel.” He put down his makeup bag and grabbed instead his clutch purse of glittering opalescent material as he heard Styx’s claws on the door to his room. He looked out towards where the Shrike demon dragged herself past as she headed from her usual spot on the couch as the “doorman” of the hotel, to her room. She spent half her time in each place, and was always simultaneously bored, and entirely content to not do anything to change that fact. Guess what ring she was from?

“A'right, Sloth-fingers.” Angel stood up and gave himself one last look in his full-length mirror across the way, three of his hands on his hips and the other holding the clutch. He blew a kiss at Fat Nuggets and headed out

If he was quite honest with himself, Alastor was still finding his feet with this whole dating thing, but so far he thought he was doing alright. It wasn’t too different to treating himself and a close friend to an indulgent outing - in fact, one could argue that it was in fact a different branch of the very same thing. There was certainly a different context, one a bit more laced in jitters than he’d like to admit, but there was still comfortable companionship at the core.

“Are you overthinking things again?” His shadow asked with a snicker, while Alastor applied a slightly different eyeshadow than his usual. The same shade, but with a touch of subtle sparkle. “Relax a bit, go with the flow - it’ll be fine.” He supposed if anyone’d know when he was getting a bit stuck in his own head, it’d be Lombraj.

“I know, I know.” He responded breezily, fastening a bone-ribbed red waistcoat on in place of his usual selection. “I simply- what’re you doing to my antlers?” Whatever it was, it tickled against the sensitive velvet coating them - but Lombraj knew as well as he to be careful with them. The shadow simply giggled, offering him the understated dark red-brown cloak he’d selected for the outing. Rolling his eyes, Alastor donned the garment, a glance in the mirror providing all the answer he needed. Well, a bit of fine body glitter’d do his velvet no harm, he supposed.

Rolling his eyes at his cheeky shadow, Alastor chuckled as he opened a portal to the spot he and Angel had arranged to meet. Wouldn’t do to stand around fussing too long, the fellow might think he’d been stood up.

His Turn to Choose Date Night (CLOSED RP with puckishperyton)

(( @puckishperyton with a brief feature of an OC of mine! ))

Angel applied mascara delicately, rolling the brush downward as his eye turned up, then doing the same on the other side. He made a kissy face in the mirror and dug for his many colors of lipstick, going for a darker, matte mauve. He applied it masterfully, and popped his lips happily, smirking at his reflection. He pushed up his fluffy bosom in the silky, sparkling dark dress that split up to his knees. Normally he’d wear a dress with a higher split, but didn’t know if that was okay at these classier shindigs like ballets. The tickets for the shit were like in the triple digits, so Angel was really grateful that Alastor had invited him as his date.

Angel actually found himself wanting very much to impress Alastor, make him happy, because for some ungodly reason, that very fact made Angel happy. Angel didn't know how he felt about catching feelings like this, he definitely didn't like to admit that he was at all, but he would do anything for anything that felt like happiness. Usually his attempts at that ended in a bloody nostril and a possible OD.

This way was so much more preferable.

"Hope you're ready, Angel." He put down his makeup bag and grabbed instead his clutch purse of glittering opalescent material as he heard Styx's claws on the door to his room. He looked out towards where the Shrike demon dragged herself past as she headed from her usual spot on the couch as the "doorman" of the hotel, to her room. She spent half her time in each place, and was always simultaneously bored, and entirely content to not do anything to change that fact. Guess what ring she was from?

"A'right, Sloth-fingers." Angel stood up and gave himself one last look in his full-length mirror across the way, three of his hands on his hips and the other holding the clutch. He blew a kiss at Fat Nuggets and headed out