[She's no stranger to drunk party goers and their PDA, so long as they don't get grabby with her - no worries in the slightest with Alastor. Another hand joins for more scritches. Then another. And another.]
[It'd take a lot more than that to get Alastor to even vaguely consider being grabby with her. Not a sexual bone in his body.]
[The honey he's producing is charged with good vibes. It's practically humming with power. And that's not the only thing coming off of Alastor. There's the sounds of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of a breeze through leaves winding in and out of the revelry of the party.]
(He puts a fist over his mouth to try and not burst into laughter right then and there. Holy shit, anyone who expected the Radio Demon to be cute tonight is a liar. Quickly responding to the text so he doesn't accidentally laugh mid-sentence.)
(Full on hands over his mouth trying to filter out his laughs. There is. SO MUCH to take in right now. The accent, the pets, the sheer good vibes and that longing for contact like this. Ozzie's as giddy as a child and tries to snap a pic of it.
...Uhh. That ain't right. He shows Bee the pic with a shrug. Guy's got anti-social media powers. Makes sense, with how much he supposedly hates the other overlords. Either way, he's reaching a hand over to give the other ear scritchies.)
Maaan, you settled in quick. I'm so proud of you, Al.
[Three pairs of hands petting his antlers and ears, and the fearsome Radio Demon is just a boneless puddle. They could've asked for anything, and he'd give it without a second thought. No Deal required.]
[To prevent them from getting up, a pair of beezeljuice glasses appears on the coffee table next to them. Nice and chilled though a bit more of a slushy consistency than as a straight drink. Almost like it'd momentarily been plunged somewhere extremely cold.]
(This is becoming so weirdly cute? Like damn, maybe he should hang out with Sinners more often. Or at least Alastor's new friends. Ozzie's surprised by the summoned drinks, thinking...oh. Oh, this keep getting better and better. Alastor wants them to stay! Holy shit, this is incredible.)
Awww...thanks for the drinks, Al. I could get used to having you as a cuddle buddy.
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Aren't you cozy! That's better, sugarcane.
[She'll tap the bottom of his glass, refilling the mojito immediately.]
Just relax, take a sip and enjoy.
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[Fortunately, other demons assumed she'd given him a hit of the good stuff and it was kicking in rather than it being a weakness hard-wired into him.]
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[She's no stranger to drunk party goers and their PDA, so long as they don't get grabby with her - no worries in the slightest with Alastor. Another hand joins for more scritches. Then another. And another.]
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[The honey he's producing is charged with good vibes. It's practically humming with power. And that's not the only thing coming off of Alastor. There's the sounds of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of a breeze through leaves winding in and out of the revelry of the party.]
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omg OZZ CMERE IN THE LOUNGE
hurry
hurry
hurry
HURRY
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...Huh....)
2/2
OMG HES TOUCH STARVED!!
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Hey, Al, honey buck. You cool with Ozzie joining and petting your ears too? Consent is king, and all that.
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[Voice is dreamy and so very relaxed right now. Just drunk and blissed out.]
[Also Ozzy getting a taste of his natural accent.]
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...Uhh. That ain't right. He shows Bee the pic with a shrug. Guy's got anti-social media powers. Makes sense, with how much he supposedly hates the other overlords. Either way, he's reaching a hand over to give the other ear scritchies.)
Maaan, you settled in quick. I'm so proud of you, Al.
(Bee, he's SO FLUFFY...)
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[Velvety soft ears!]
Nice and comfortable, Al?
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[Three pairs of hands petting his antlers and ears, and the fearsome Radio Demon is just a boneless puddle. They could've asked for anything, and he'd give it without a second thought. No Deal required.]
[To prevent them from getting up, a pair of beezeljuice glasses appears on the coffee table next to them. Nice and chilled though a bit more of a slushy consistency than as a straight drink. Almost like it'd momentarily been plunged somewhere extremely cold.]
[There. Now they won't need to get refills.]
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Awww...thanks for the drinks, Al. I could get used to having you as a cuddle buddy.