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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"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~