Just a liiiittle before two in the afternoon, lovely hell-sunny day with only a slight chance of acid rain in the evening... not bad, right? The car rolling up to the entrance of town and staying there, making a statement of being there... no one seems to react exactly, just hollow-eyed stares from the inside of town from cannibals all giving the lurking Vees a beartrap toothy smile just like Alastor always did.
"Fuckers give me the creeps," Valentino murmured and shuddered before giving Vox a little stroke up his back, "Strut your stuff, amorcito~"
Still - despite the intense stares, the cannibals all seem to be perfectly aware that a guest was on his way - women curtsied, children snickered and hid around corners after flashing predatory smirks, and men tipped their hats. A portly cannibal gentleman even took the extra few steps away from his Sinner-wurst cart to oh so politely open the door to Rosie's Emporium for their esteemed guest.
It almost seemed innocuous. There was a charming bit of ragtime playing from a gramophone, and just off to the right of the entrance of the Emporium? Why, that was the cozy little tea spot - Alastor and Rosie were already seated there, an assortment of meaty treats laid out and tea pouring.
"Oh! Punctual, perfect, come in, come in!" Rosie greeted fondly, waving for Vox to come and join them at the third seat pulled up to the table. Alastor stood automatically, looking vexed - he pointedly did not make eye contact with Vox, quietly pulling the chair out for him. He was dressed as usual with his pink pinstripe coat, save for... well, a powder blue button-down which only barely disguised Alastor's growing middle. A powder blue button down that had a familiar logo at the collar.
One of Vox's button-downs.
"Sit, pumpkin, you're in a delicate condition! Now, Vox dear, what kind of tea suits your fancy?"
Don't You Forget~
Just a liiiittle before two in the afternoon, lovely hell-sunny day with only a slight chance of acid rain in the evening... not bad, right? The car rolling up to the entrance of town and staying there, making a statement of being there... no one seems to react exactly, just hollow-eyed stares from the inside of town from cannibals all giving the lurking Vees a beartrap toothy smile just like Alastor always did.
"Fuckers give me the creeps," Valentino murmured and shuddered before giving Vox a little stroke up his back, "Strut your stuff, amorcito~"
Still - despite the intense stares, the cannibals all seem to be perfectly aware that a guest was on his way - women curtsied, children snickered and hid around corners after flashing predatory smirks, and men tipped their hats. A portly cannibal gentleman even took the extra few steps away from his Sinner-wurst cart to oh so politely open the door to Rosie's Emporium for their esteemed guest.
It almost seemed innocuous. There was a charming bit of ragtime playing from a gramophone, and just off to the right of the entrance of the Emporium? Why, that was the cozy little tea spot - Alastor and Rosie were already seated there, an assortment of meaty treats laid out and tea pouring.
"Oh! Punctual, perfect, come in, come in!" Rosie greeted fondly, waving for Vox to come and join them at the third seat pulled up to the table. Alastor stood automatically, looking vexed - he pointedly did not make eye contact with Vox, quietly pulling the chair out for him. He was dressed as usual with his pink pinstripe coat, save for... well, a powder blue button-down which only barely disguised Alastor's growing middle. A powder blue button down that had a familiar logo at the collar.
One of Vox's button-downs.
"Sit, pumpkin, you're in a delicate condition! Now, Vox dear, what kind of tea suits your fancy?"