Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

[sugaronthecream]

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[youknowwhothisis]

He clicked his tongue. "Riiight, wouldn't want to send home a bald eagle, huh? Then relations would take a tern for the worse!"

[sugaronthecream]

"Maybe they could grab a feathery headpiece in a finch!"

[youknowwhothisis]

"After that thrush with humiliation? No, no, they'd rather send a secretary to do the dirty work for them, the absolute boobs!"

He was giggling. Chalk it up to the blood loss.

[sugaronthecream]

Alastor was quickly devolving beyond giggling and guffawing, wholeheartedly laughing at the abysmal wordplay. "You're robin me of all the good puns! HAHAHA!"

[youknowwhothisis]

"HA HAH! My crown shall never slippeth...!" He opened his arms, basked in his giggling glory, and sank back against the sofa cushions. He even kicked up a leggy for good measure.

"Not in a million years...! Accept defeat, dearest Alastor, for you face the King of Puns!" He reached for just one more beignet, and let it fall into his mouth. Victory... oh, it was so sweet...

[sugaronthecream]

Alastor enjoyed a grand cackle, going a little wall-eyed before calming down with a 'whew!'.

Resting his elbow on the back of the sofa, he simply watched Lucifer triumphantly eat his beignets. What a fantastic mood, and good company.

The Radio Demon was completely unaware of how fondly he was staring, losing himself in thought.

[youknowwhothisis]

He sighed his satisfaction, with treats and a good time. So off in his own little world, he wasn't aware of the look he was given, and gave a casual shrug of his un-bitten shoulder.

"As the victor, I'll lead the charge on next time- I think after all the talk of brie, a little cheese and wine date would be fantastic. ...Ooh, or a full-on charcuterie..."

[sugaronthecream]

"Oooh, a proper tasting would be quite refined. I do love a good tartare," Alastor grinned in excited amusement. Being wined and dined in turn, why, he would be a poor sport to not accept it.

"Will you have a venue picked out, I wonder? I've been quite all over the Pentagram City, I wonder what the King considers scenic!"

[youknowwhothisis]

He crossed his arms behind his head. "You know, I've never had tartare. Gotta change that!"

But with a grin, he added: "...I think I've got a few spots in mind. Only the best, Al! Just you wait and see~"

He'd set foot all over Hell! Pride? Oh yeah. Where HASN'T he been? He was sure there may have been a few spots old Bambi missed or overlooked in his reign of terror!

[sugaronthecream]

"The anticipation is already exciting," Alastor chuckled in delight, unaware of just how silly he looked - staring fascinated, practically doe-eyed, and his shadow along the floor looked utterly in love as it curled up against Lucifer's shadow at his feet.

[youknowwhothisis]

His tail made little teasing strokes along Alastor's calf. "Hahah~ Is it really?"

Inside his mind, he was clutching his hat and his stomach was somersaulting. This was it, wasn't it? Definitely it. He was into Alastor. There was no doubt about it.

Sooo... how was he going to mention it to Charlie? Should he mention it to Charlie? 'Hey sweetie, we were butting heads a lot and insulting one another but we sort of spent the other night kissing so I think we've gone beyond burying the hatchet'?

"Don't you burst before we get there! Then who will I share such fantastic evenings with...?"

[sugaronthecream]

Well, wouldn't it be the funniest thing if neither told her and she simply found out when they flirted in the lobby?

No? Just Alastor? Hah!

"I've hardly shared all of my favorite jazz numbers, you can't get away from our dance nights so easily~"

[youknowwhothisis]

An accord, then. Let it all simply be.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Someone's gotta keep up with you."

[sugaronthecream]

"You'll have to work on your mettle with drinking, then, pal! You can only hide behind your height for so long," Alastor taunted, grinning.