"Dancing!" He hiccupped, swaying a bit on his feet. "Music's not all to mah -- hic! -- tastes, but it's fun!"
His Transatlantic accent kept sliding in and out, giving hints of his natural Southern accent. It wouldn't be much longer before he sounded like the Southern bayou boy he'd once been.
Now this was an interesting sight. I mean, besides a sin out of his ring, but a drunk out of his gourd Radio Demon. And this accent... Stolas sighed, shaking his head at bit at the deer.
"Thats not what I meant. Why are you here. How did you get out of Pride?"
"Oh, that!" Alastor waved a hand carelessly, nearly upsetting his precarious sense of balance. "Jus' spearmintin' with some magic! An' it worked!"
On his hand was a ring that most certainly hadn't been there before. Stolas would be able to sense the powerful magics contained within, a combination of Alastor's own and Dante's.
"Not perfect yet, so don't go tellin' nobody~!"
As if it wasn't already all over social media to varying degrees of disbelief. (No way even the Radio Demon could leave Pride. This had to be an imposter with heavily-doctored photos to give them that pixelated effect that always happened when someone tried to snap a picture or video of Alastor.)
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His Transatlantic accent kept sliding in and out, giving hints of his natural Southern accent. It wouldn't be much longer before he sounded like the Southern bayou boy he'd once been.
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"Thats not what I meant. Why are you here. How did you get out of Pride?"
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On his hand was a ring that most certainly hadn't been there before. Stolas would be able to sense the powerful magics contained within, a combination of Alastor's own and Dante's.
"Not perfect yet, so don't go tellin' nobody~!"
As if it wasn't already all over social media to varying degrees of disbelief. (No way even the Radio Demon could leave Pride. This had to be an imposter with heavily-doctored photos to give them that pixelated effect that always happened when someone tried to snap a picture or video of Alastor.)