There were countless reasons the other overlords and up-and-comers never tried to snatch up land from this part of the City. If anything, any attempts made were unknown to the populace, which was very telling all on its own.
You don't fuck with Rosie.
Yet here he was, one of the most insane demons alive, taking strength from the touch to the back before he nodded firmly to Valentino, and tipped his head just the same to Velvette. Despite having a lesson of 'there are no friends in Hell' literally hammered into his head so long ago, he was defiant in his relief that they wouldn't take no for an answer in being nearby.
All Vox had to do was not run his mouth in a way that three more overlords wouldn't simply mysteriously vanish today. Easy! He'd talked up some intimidating sorts before. Once he climbed out of the car, he was calm. He was collected.
He wasn't without his manners: The ladies, the gentlemen were given a polite 'afternoon' in reply, even if something in his stomach twisted sharply. It was the eyes, or... rather the lack of them. The eyes were the windows to the soul, his gateway to using his power too. The sheer emptiness that seemed to greet him jittered his animal brain.
Stay sharp.
"Thank you," he noted to the gentleman with his cart, and briskly stepped into the Emporium. He'd had a million visits like these in countless places- he knew exactly how to pose like he belonged.
...Even when he turned and responded to the beckoning, moving to occupy the free seat. Even when his stomach twisted once with the avoidance of eye contact from Alastor. Even with the second twist- mercifully warmer this time- when he recognized the shirt.
He'd wondered where it had gone.
But any look he offered Alastor was brief, passive, before eyes moved to Rosie and snapped on that Made-For-TV smile. "You know, I've been awfully partial to a regular old black tea lately...!"
In any other circumstance, he'd reach for the chair back and intentionally brush fingers. He was so relieved to see the guy in one (presumable) piece. But instead he nodded to concur and made to usher Alastor back into his own seat. "Here- take a load off, don't worry about it."
A ping.
Did she hurt you?
He settled into his own seat, eyes focused on Rosie. "Love the shop! Cozy!"
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You don't fuck with Rosie.
Yet here he was, one of the most insane demons alive, taking strength from the touch to the back before he nodded firmly to Valentino, and tipped his head just the same to Velvette. Despite having a lesson of 'there are no friends in Hell' literally hammered into his head so long ago, he was defiant in his relief that they wouldn't take no for an answer in being nearby.
All Vox had to do was not run his mouth in a way that three more overlords wouldn't simply mysteriously vanish today. Easy! He'd talked up some intimidating sorts before. Once he climbed out of the car, he was calm. He was collected.
He wasn't without his manners: The ladies, the gentlemen were given a polite 'afternoon' in reply, even if something in his stomach twisted sharply. It was the eyes, or... rather the lack of them. The eyes were the windows to the soul, his gateway to using his power too. The sheer emptiness that seemed to greet him jittered his animal brain.
Stay sharp.
"Thank you," he noted to the gentleman with his cart, and briskly stepped into the Emporium. He'd had a million visits like these in countless places- he knew exactly how to pose like he belonged.
...Even when he turned and responded to the beckoning, moving to occupy the free seat. Even when his stomach twisted once with the avoidance of eye contact from Alastor. Even with the second twist- mercifully warmer this time- when he recognized the shirt.
He'd wondered where it had gone.
But any look he offered Alastor was brief, passive, before eyes moved to Rosie and snapped on that Made-For-TV smile. "You know, I've been awfully partial to a regular old black tea lately...!"
In any other circumstance, he'd reach for the chair back and intentionally brush fingers. He was so relieved to see the guy in one (presumable) piece. But instead he nodded to concur and made to usher Alastor back into his own seat. "Here- take a load off, don't worry about it."
A ping.
Did she hurt you?
He settled into his own seat, eyes focused on Rosie. "Love the shop! Cozy!"