Charlie reacted with clear surprise, yelping 'dad??' at that - but even Alastor seemed caught off guard. He grinned and crouched a bit, letting Lucifer cling onto him.
"Well well. Aren't you a snoop!" Alastor chuckled. "You'll be happy to know your daughter here has me at her mercy! 'Alastor, you best treat my daddy right, he's an honest man!'"
"Wha-- I didn't say that!" Charlie blustered, laughing a little bit in surprise.
Charlie paused, putting her hands together to collect her thoughts.
Alastor chuckled at all of Lucifer's scrambling, waiting until he had a decent hold before standing up straight. He'd only really let Niffty crawl on him like a little creature before this - Lucifer got to enjoy a rare privilege. Let alone how that would hopefully assuage some of Charlie's fears.
"...I wouldn't say subtle... uhm... thankfully not uncomfortable though?" she eventually concluded. Yeah, at least they weren't explicit around each other in the open.
He unfurled two of his wings. Should Alastor opt to gesticulate any further, his wings would mimic the movements, acting like the proverbial 'bunny ears' for a photo.
"All we can promise is that we try not to be! But your concern is very sweet, Charlie. It does make me feel a lot better."
He leaned to bump his forehead against Alastor's cheek, be a little cheeky. "You got dressed down! Look at you, getting the full experience~"
Oh Lucifer, if you're doing that, then he has to gesticulate!
"Hoh hoh, and here my poor mother would have given both of us just as much of a stern talk! I'd only heard it once when mother misunderstood my escorting a young lady home after a night of drinking. Whew! The terrifying promises she made that night!" Alastor joked, hands all over as he described it.
Naturally, the silliness and confusion was only amplified with Lucifer's wings shadowing Alastor's movements, and Charlie couldn't help but laugh. Ahh, much better, in Alastor's opinion.
"Rest assured, my charming demon belle, you haven't even broached how thorough mother got to assure I was being an honest boy to the fairer sex. I wouldn't dream of letting her down now."
"Those ducks are innocent! They are precious little babies and must be cherished, not destroyed! Besides, your gators were fine. Don't they eat license plates and whatever else can fit in their mouths?"
"You're thinking of tiger sharks!" Alastor chuckled in amusement. Crimony, Vox's obsession with the damn animals left far too much shark trivia in his brain. "Gators are an ancient species, but if they eat plastic, it will never digest and they'll die slowly and miserably."
Charlie looked aghast at the suggestion. Alastor chuckled.
"And a few have already complained when I used gator in cooking before."
"Good man. They do quite like the taste of ducks proper!"
"As long as it's digestible..."
"The girls are hardy! Getting a bit long in the tooth is all. Hmm, I'd say the oldest is nearly sixty? Would be a damn shame if I had to taxidermy her too early."
No sweet little ducks are going to be food for your gators! They're getting candy ducks.
"Wouldn't that be painful for you, seeing your old friends stuffed like that?" He never got taxidermy. But he did enjoy pictures of truly AWFUL taxidermy jobs.
"We're all meat on the inside!" Alastor chuckled. "Taxidermy is just a life size, three dimensional portrait. You met old Bruce in our first duel! Stitched together and given a little extra life with some magic."
Not that Alastor isn't some degree of self aware that he's... probably a little deranged and perhaps a 'normal' person would be bothered. Ah well. He's made no attempts to hide that he's mad so far.
"Can a key die?" Alastor asked, head tilting. Sure, it could be broken, but there's no taxidermying a hunk of metal, and Keekee would likely shift, right...?
Huh.
"Keekee will be fine!" Charlie interjected, with a bit of insistence. "And memorials are good for me, honestly. Just a portrait or something!"
The proposal surprised Alastor, if his slight start was any indication.
"Come on, Al, this old camera's vintage - we should at least have a vintage picture of us. A little thing to keep on the mantle!"
A laugh escaped Alastor, and he tilted his head, looking incredulously at Lucifer.
"Hah! Getting my postmortem memorial done in advance, I see!" he joked, tapping Lucifer's chest. "A waste of paint, I'm not going anywhere any time soon~"
"Oh, what, afraid the artist won't get your nose right? I promise the pal's great. They'll depict you just as larger-than-life as you are!"
An elbow. "Besides, you're family! We're all in this project together, and how the Hell are we gonna have a group-op for the Hotel without its steadfast Hotelier~?"
Oh, good. Because he was gearing up to stand next to his daughter and cook up some tears, himself, become the Morningstar Double-Whammy.
"Perfect! I'll give them a call and find out when they're next available."
He paused. Leaned. Stared.
"...And until then, I am going to take matters into my own hands and fix your coat! You stitch all those nice dolls, but you keep conveniently forgetting your clothes. Self-care, Alastor!"
"My coat is perfect, cher, it strikes the silhouette I want," Alastor rebuffed, tapping Lucifer on his red-circle cheek. "I may consider alternative wear for the portrait, but this coat stays exactly how I like it."
"I've taken that prior getup to the tailor's. You've already gotten a peek. Unless you'd find that unsuitable, then I suppose it's a trip to Rosie's for me~" Alastor teased fondly, folding his hands behind his back. Unsuitable, or perhaps Lucifer wanted that outfit to be just for him. Alastor would understand that.
"Oh, that's right! Let Rosie know I loved everything she got me last time," Charlie beamed a bit.
"What she picked for Lucifer was also impeccable. That Rosie has a talent!"
He definitely recalled another outfit he wore and cleared his throat. Right, he, sort of-
"Er, wh-whatever you'd like to do! So long as you won't hate looking at it whenever you see the final picture." Golly, he would try and contain himself, certainly.
"Yes, Miss Rosie certainly has good taste! I've got to pick her brain on expanding my wardrobe further!" Maybe something for Alastor to tear offfffffhoooh can we settle down, please
"She's been asking for another lunch date with both of you~" Alastor said in a sing-song tone, pinching Charlie's cheek. "You especially, since she hasn't seen you since your last visit at the funerals."
"It has been a while," Charlie nodded, even if she looked a little sheepish. She didn't usually enjoy the food offers, personally...
"I'll arrange a day for the three of us then. Give you plenty of notice, let the woman doll you up like she's been wanting to."
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"Well well. Aren't you a snoop!" Alastor chuckled. "You'll be happy to know your daughter here has me at her mercy! 'Alastor, you best treat my daddy right, he's an honest man!'"
"Wha-- I didn't say that!" Charlie blustered, laughing a little bit in surprise.
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"I can attest that I am, in fact, being treated well!" With his chin on a shoulder, he could address them properly.
"We just, ah, haven't been... all 'HEY GUESS WHAT, EVERYBODY' about it. Not our style! I think we've been subtle, right?"
You know... as a house fire!!
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Charlie paused, putting her hands together to collect her thoughts.
Alastor chuckled at all of Lucifer's scrambling, waiting until he had a decent hold before standing up straight. He'd only really let Niffty crawl on him like a little creature before this - Lucifer got to enjoy a rare privilege. Let alone how that would hopefully assuage some of Charlie's fears.
"...I wouldn't say subtle... uhm... thankfully not uncomfortable though?" she eventually concluded. Yeah, at least they weren't explicit around each other in the open.
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"All we can promise is that we try not to be! But your concern is very sweet, Charlie. It does make me feel a lot better."
He leaned to bump his forehead against Alastor's cheek, be a little cheeky. "You got dressed down! Look at you, getting the full experience~"
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"Hoh hoh, and here my poor mother would have given both of us just as much of a stern talk! I'd only heard it once when mother misunderstood my escorting a young lady home after a night of drinking. Whew! The terrifying promises she made that night!" Alastor joked, hands all over as he described it.
Naturally, the silliness and confusion was only amplified with Lucifer's wings shadowing Alastor's movements, and Charlie couldn't help but laugh. Ahh, much better, in Alastor's opinion.
"Rest assured, my charming demon belle, you haven't even broached how thorough mother got to assure I was being an honest boy to the fairer sex. I wouldn't dream of letting her down now."
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He reached up and toyed with an ear.
"What if they talk?? Oh, how they'll gossip... Miss Charlie, Miss Charlie! We promise we're not doin' nothin' wrong...!"
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Alastor had almost missed it, but oh, sweet Charlie - concerned for both of them now, are you?
"At worst I shall massacre every one of his rubber ducks," Alastor put a hand on his heart, solemnly swearing it.
"Hey, those ducks didn't do anything to you!"
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"Those ducks are innocent! They are precious little babies and must be cherished, not destroyed! Besides, your gators were fine. Don't they eat license plates and whatever else can fit in their mouths?"
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Charlie looked aghast at the suggestion. Alastor chuckled.
"And a few have already complained when I used gator in cooking before."
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He grinned. "No more plastic ducks in your swamp. Got it."
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"As long as it's digestible..."
"The girls are hardy! Getting a bit long in the tooth is all. Hmm, I'd say the oldest is nearly sixty? Would be a damn shame if I had to taxidermy her too early."
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"Wouldn't that be painful for you, seeing your old friends stuffed like that?" He never got taxidermy. But he did enjoy pictures of truly AWFUL taxidermy jobs.
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Not that Alastor isn't some degree of self aware that he's... probably a little deranged and perhaps a 'normal' person would be bothered. Ah well. He's made no attempts to hide that he's mad so far.
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"Maybe so, but if anyone here asks me to stuff them, I'm gonna draw a line in the sand! Especially for poor, sweet baby Keekee."
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Huh.
"Keekee will be fine!" Charlie interjected, with a bit of insistence. "And memorials are good for me, honestly. Just a portrait or something!"
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"And memorial portraits are fantastic. The artist we have on hand does a terrific job. ...Oh!"
He released and popped back to his feet.
"We should have a big group portrait sometime!"
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"Come on, Al, this old camera's vintage - we should at least have a vintage picture of us. A little thing to keep on the mantle!"
A laugh escaped Alastor, and he tilted his head, looking incredulously at Lucifer.
"Hah! Getting my postmortem memorial done in advance, I see!" he joked, tapping Lucifer's chest. "A waste of paint, I'm not going anywhere any time soon~"
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An elbow. "Besides, you're family! We're all in this project together, and how the Hell are we gonna have a group-op for the Hotel without its steadfast Hotelier~?"
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That word. Goodness... he glanced at Charlie. Ah. No surprise she was smiling, clearly fond of the idea.
...How would you feel, mother? Ah, a silly thought. She'd be aghast at what he'd done to be in Hell in the first place.
"Well then. I can hardly argue when Charlie's nearly tearing up in joy," Alastor teased lightly, deflecting the emotion - he'll handle that later.
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"Perfect! I'll give them a call and find out when they're next available."
He paused. Leaned. Stared.
"...And until then, I am going to take matters into my own hands and fix your coat! You stitch all those nice dolls, but you keep conveniently forgetting your clothes. Self-care, Alastor!"
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"...Alternative wear?" Curious now. You can't back out.
"If that's your decision, I'd love to get a peek at it before everything."
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"Oh, that's right! Let Rosie know I loved everything she got me last time," Charlie beamed a bit.
"What she picked for Lucifer was also impeccable. That Rosie has a talent!"
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"Er, wh-whatever you'd like to do! So long as you won't hate looking at it whenever you see the final picture." Golly, he would try and contain himself, certainly.
"Yes, Miss Rosie certainly has good taste! I've got to pick her brain on expanding my wardrobe further!" Maybe something for Alastor to tear offfffffhoooh can we settle down, please
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"It has been a while," Charlie nodded, even if she looked a little sheepish. She didn't usually enjoy the food offers, personally...
"I'll arrange a day for the three of us then. Give you plenty of notice, let the woman doll you up like she's been wanting to."
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