And so he dangled, stuck fully, gently swinging from the branches of at least two neighboring willow trees. The riotous laughter of Alastor echoed through the bayou, and all Lucifer could do is glare at first.
Yeah. Laugh it up.
Laugh it up before he shifts and burns the branches!! ...But... would that start a fire in here? Would that be a fire he could contain?
Would Charlie be angry if he'd burned down a chunk of the Hotel...?
"Yeahp. Mhm. Aaaalright. Get it out of your system." But he did not shift. Instead he puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, looking more like a surly child in a carrier sling.
He's going to pop a stitch if he keeps laughing like this - Alastor clutches at his chest, willing himself to gradually calm. Oh, hoh hoh, that is going to be a treasured memory.
He's still clutching his chest as he summons his mic again, walking off of the stuffed gator and underneath the trapped angel. He's almost breathless when he finally speaks, "Truly, you are the master class of the anti-climax. Why, I haven't had a good gut-busting laugh in ages! I'm falling apart at the seams, hahah!"
Not just metaphorically, but details. With a tap of his mic stand, tentacles emerged from the swampy mud and wrapped around Lucifer, detangling him from the trees and bringing him back down to earth.
It's not HIS fault your room's so... so swampy!! ...But deep down, he had to admit: It was nice to make someone laugh, even if it was at his own expense. He remembered all of the things he'd-
Thoughts scattered- the tendrils rose from the muck and seized him. His next thought was nothing involving possibly being seized and harmed, trapped... no, it was a strong regret as the slime etched its way across his clothing, the cold of it touching bare skin, and how slippery it all was. They held him like an embrace.
...what
His shoes touched ground, and Lucifer's face was an imprecise mingle of... things he possibly needed to spend a little time unpacking later. But right now, mostly, it was oddly... sporting of him to get him loose and back down.
In futility, he brushed off his now-filthy vest. "...Thank you. Well! We'll call that a draw, I think."
Despite his now mucked appearance, he still made a show of snapping his fingers and, with a merry little pop and a spray of colorful sparkles, the ducks began to self-destruct out of existence one by one.
"Oh, good, I wouldn't want my rare few live gators to choke on one of those wretched plastic lumps," Alastor chuckled - he'd thrown quite a pretty penny at some succubi to bring him baby gators from the mortal world, after all.
And in exchange for such an exquisite laugh and a memory that would have him howling for decades, Alastor oh so kindly offered a red handkerchief from his coat pocket to the king. "I suppose the Garden of Eden hadn't had much in the way of willows and moss?"
It was the principle of the thing, so he accepted the handkerchief, if anything, to clear the muck from his exposed skin. He'd just have to have his clothes professionally cleaned later.
"Oh, Hell no. The Creator wanted nothing that could potentially harm the First Humans. There was the softest moss, the gentlest trees and flowers. Truly, a paradise. Even I found myself reluctant to head back up to check in, as the myths all like to flap their gums about me being the naughtiest boy. You could say I was... distracted."
There was a cocky little grin and a chuckle, but it was very short-lived. He'd even taken pains to polish up the ring he still wore to its utmost shine. By all accounts he should have taken it off, but he just... didn't have the heart to. It'd make it so... final.
"Well! Either way, that was fun. We should do this again sometime. I left you that tape- let me know what you think. ...Whenever you get to it, of course, Mr. Hotelier."
Alastor's eyes did linger on the ring... well, far be it from his place to try and understand a feeling like romance and the loss thereof. It goes unremarked, but clearly not unnoticed.
Instead, he chuckled, whisking the stuffed gator away into the shadows, the bayou comfortably humid, dingy and muddy the way it was always meant to be. "It was a treat to see creativity of yours outside of making endless effigies of ducks, however much they are a point of pride for you," he snickered. At the very least, he wagered he probably didn't sound judgmental tone-wise saying that.
"And you are a fine duelist. -Hey! I'm plenty creative! I just never get the opportunity."
He whipped his sleeves down a couple of times, and only got a few dribbles of muck off. No, this was going to stain unless he moved quickly. Oof, and he was getting cold, too.
He turned and raised a finger of triumph. "And opportunities, I will always seize! Until the next spat, Alastor!"
"Perhaps by then you will learn not to underestimate the riverside! Ah hah hah!"
Alastor gave Lucifer a tap on the shoulder with his mic, amused.
"Do go tell dear Charlie you'll be decorating and customizing the rooms now. With far fewer ducks. Flex a little of that creativity now that you have time to use."
He appreciates that you used a fake gator rather than a real one.
The tap and the instruction had him puff his cheeks briefly. But, you know what, fine.
"I suppose I can lessen the duck numbers and improve their quality... but the rest? Ohh, the rest of the decor is going to be magnificent!"
He'll leave it at that and depart to check in on things elsewhere. He remembered someone mentioning Niffty baking and could possibly sneak a bit of raw cookie dough before the main event~
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Yeah. Laugh it up.
Laugh it up before he shifts and burns the branches!! ...But... would that start a fire in here? Would that be a fire he could contain?
Would Charlie be angry if he'd burned down a chunk of the Hotel...?
"Yeahp. Mhm. Aaaalright. Get it out of your system." But he did not shift. Instead he puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, looking more like a surly child in a carrier sling.
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He's still clutching his chest as he summons his mic again, walking off of the stuffed gator and underneath the trapped angel. He's almost breathless when he finally speaks, "Truly, you are the master class of the anti-climax. Why, I haven't had a good gut-busting laugh in ages! I'm falling apart at the seams, hahah!"
Not just metaphorically, but details. With a tap of his mic stand, tentacles emerged from the swampy mud and wrapped around Lucifer, detangling him from the trees and bringing him back down to earth.
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Thoughts scattered- the tendrils rose from the muck and seized him. His next thought was nothing involving possibly being seized and harmed, trapped... no, it was a strong regret as the slime etched its way across his clothing, the cold of it touching bare skin, and how slippery it all was. They held him like an embrace.
...what
His shoes touched ground, and Lucifer's face was an imprecise mingle of... things he possibly needed to spend a little time unpacking later. But right now, mostly, it was oddly... sporting of him to get him loose and back down.
In futility, he brushed off his now-filthy vest. "...Thank you. Well! We'll call that a draw, I think."
Despite his now mucked appearance, he still made a show of snapping his fingers and, with a merry little pop and a spray of colorful sparkles, the ducks began to self-destruct out of existence one by one.
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And in exchange for such an exquisite laugh and a memory that would have him howling for decades, Alastor oh so kindly offered a red handkerchief from his coat pocket to the king. "I suppose the Garden of Eden hadn't had much in the way of willows and moss?"
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"Oh, Hell no. The Creator wanted nothing that could potentially harm the First Humans. There was the softest moss, the gentlest trees and flowers. Truly, a paradise. Even I found myself reluctant to head back up to check in, as the myths all like to flap their gums about me being the naughtiest boy. You could say I was... distracted."
There was a cocky little grin and a chuckle, but it was very short-lived. He'd even taken pains to polish up the ring he still wore to its utmost shine. By all accounts he should have taken it off, but he just... didn't have the heart to. It'd make it so... final.
"Well! Either way, that was fun. We should do this again sometime. I left you that tape- let me know what you think. ...Whenever you get to it, of course, Mr. Hotelier."
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Instead, he chuckled, whisking the stuffed gator away into the shadows, the bayou comfortably humid, dingy and muddy the way it was always meant to be. "It was a treat to see creativity of yours outside of making endless effigies of ducks, however much they are a point of pride for you," he snickered. At the very least, he wagered he probably didn't sound judgmental tone-wise saying that.
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He whipped his sleeves down a couple of times, and only got a few dribbles of muck off. No, this was going to stain unless he moved quickly. Oof, and he was getting cold, too.
He turned and raised a finger of triumph. "And opportunities, I will always seize! Until the next spat, Alastor!"
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Alastor gave Lucifer a tap on the shoulder with his mic, amused.
"Do go tell dear Charlie you'll be decorating and customizing the rooms now. With far fewer ducks. Flex a little of that creativity now that you have time to use."
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The tap and the instruction had him puff his cheeks briefly. But, you know what, fine.
"I suppose I can lessen the duck numbers and improve their quality... but the rest? Ohh, the rest of the decor is going to be magnificent!"
He'll leave it at that and depart to check in on things elsewhere. He remembered someone mentioning Niffty baking and could possibly sneak a bit of raw cookie dough before the main event~