"We're not exactly 'family friendly' here, Vee. Milking a bunch of dumb bimbos is sort of the business model," Velvette rolled her eyes. "So - what, you're having some hellish miracle demon baby like the annoying as fuck princess? Aren't we going to fuck up that kid?"
"Chiquita, baby, whores on earth had babies aaaaall the time. Half of them became whores to afford those babies, even. Bebé is going to be born here in Hell, they're gonna be our twisted little bastard no matter what, and we'll adore them~" Valentino chuckled, lighting the cigarette that had been refused and taking a puff to spread that red mist of his like an engine letting off steam.
"You're being surprisingly chill about this. I figured you'd throw the biggest tantrum about it in jealousy."
Yeah, Val, are you secretly down bad in a family way and want to share with the class or something? But hey, he wasn't in the mood to deal with a tantrum when things were already happening.
But Vox laughed, crossed his arms behind his head. "How hard can it be to raise a kid? I mean, my parents weren't winning any awards or anything and I turned out fine!"
"Babe. I'm going to throw the rock in this glass house: you were a serial killer and you spiraled so hard you fucked up and died," Velvette GESTURED at Vox. At all of him. "Babies scream and cry and shit. Kids are little hyperactive weirdos. By the time they're grown, they're going to be fucked up. Hopefully only mentally, if we can keep fuckers on the streets from shanking 'em."
So much bullshit. So, so much shit to worry about and neither of these dumbass men are taking it seriously.
"And you're sure Alastor's just gonna squeeze it out and bail? Why do you like this fucker, again?"
Whether or not the words were going in one ear and out the other was anybody's guess. But his gaze diverted, perhaps thoughtfully, with the last.
"He can bail or choose to stay. I don't give a shit," he replied breezily, even if he felt a sharp twist in his stomach. The truth was... complicated, but that was on a need-to-know basis.
"Regardless, it was a mutual decision not to put an end to it, so we've got the better part of several months to figure things out. In the meantime, all I can do is ask that you both trust me on this. Neither of you are required to do anything; I'm not roping you into anything other than keeping quiet about the whole thing- Alastor, the baby, the whole nine yards."
He rolled his shoulders, and once that Fizzbot rolled in with a tray of drinks, Vox was happy to take one of them.
"Besides... if fuck-ups like the Morningstars can stumble their way into raising a kid to adulthood, I can pull it off and better."
He propped his chin in his free hand with a grin. "Now, now...! I wouldn't dream of leaving you on babysitting duty. I don't need a second voice judging my tastes or their first word being 'pissbaby'. One of you is plenty."
He turned his gaze to Valentino. "As for you, Val- if you promise not to take them with you to any of your shoots or let your actresses so much as lay a hand on them... we'll discuss it later."
Ah, right--
"So! With all of that covered, if you feel like pestering Alastor, it's out of my hands, but... uh..." Claw drumming. Fidgeting. He caught himself this time, and pointedly stopped. "Maybe curb the smoke. I think I remember reading something about pregnancy coming with a sharper sense of smell. Guy was able to pick up the cigarette I'd had and showered off the night before. Either that, or I need to fire my dry-cleaners."
A beat. "And no touching! ...Hah- He's not a touchy guy, okay? I'm serious. It's always been a thing with him."
"'The hatchet's not buried'," Velvette repeated in a mocking tone, getting a little confident snicker from Valentino.
"I won't touch your toy, Cariño~" Valentino purred, long drooling tongue playfully licking at his bottom lip, "Who knew that the Radio Demon was just like a stray cat - needed to be bred so he calmed down~? How was he, by the way-- can we film the next time you two--?"
"That's my cue to fuck off, then. At least I'll get to dress the fucker, maybe he'll even let me fix that fucking mess of a hairdo."
His expression fell with the snicker. ...Goddamn it. They were still adversaries, certainly! A temporary ceasefire!
An adversary that, with that word going around, had him brighten and nearly choke on his next drink as the memory of that night flit to mind. The sounds he'd made, the way he twisted around and those sharp teeth dug into his flesh, legs wrapped around- He lifted the back of his hand to his mouth to catch a bit of the whiskey that dribbled down as he coughed and fought to take in air for the moment.
Who was he to kiss and tell, anyway!? Even if it was fucking incredible-
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"Chiquita, baby, whores on earth had babies aaaaall the time. Half of them became whores to afford those babies, even. Bebé is going to be born here in Hell, they're gonna be our twisted little bastard no matter what, and we'll adore them~" Valentino chuckled, lighting the cigarette that had been refused and taking a puff to spread that red mist of his like an engine letting off steam.
"You're being surprisingly chill about this. I figured you'd throw the biggest tantrum about it in jealousy."
"Mean!!"
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But Vox laughed, crossed his arms behind his head. "How hard can it be to raise a kid? I mean, my parents weren't winning any awards or anything and I turned out fine!"
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So much bullshit. So, so much shit to worry about and neither of these dumbass men are taking it seriously.
"And you're sure Alastor's just gonna squeeze it out and bail? Why do you like this fucker, again?"
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"He can bail or choose to stay. I don't give a shit," he replied breezily, even if he felt a sharp twist in his stomach. The truth was... complicated, but that was on a need-to-know basis.
"Regardless, it was a mutual decision not to put an end to it, so we've got the better part of several months to figure things out. In the meantime, all I can do is ask that you both trust me on this. Neither of you are required to do anything; I'm not roping you into anything other than keeping quiet about the whole thing- Alastor, the baby, the whole nine yards."
He rolled his shoulders, and once that Fizzbot rolled in with a tray of drinks, Vox was happy to take one of them.
"Besides... if fuck-ups like the Morningstars can stumble their way into raising a kid to adulthood, I can pull it off and better."
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"I'll flay a motherfucker that fucks with 'em, but that's it. If I give you a fuckin' inch you'll take a mile," Velvette accused.
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He turned his gaze to Valentino. "As for you, Val- if you promise not to take them with you to any of your shoots or let your actresses so much as lay a hand on them... we'll discuss it later."
Ah, right--
"So! With all of that covered, if you feel like pestering Alastor, it's out of my hands, but... uh..." Claw drumming. Fidgeting. He caught himself this time, and pointedly stopped. "Maybe curb the smoke. I think I remember reading something about pregnancy coming with a sharper sense of smell. Guy was able to pick up the cigarette I'd had and showered off the night before. Either that, or I need to fire my dry-cleaners."
A beat. "And no touching! ...Hah- He's not a touchy guy, okay? I'm serious. It's always been a thing with him."
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"I won't touch your toy, Cariño~" Valentino purred, long drooling tongue playfully licking at his bottom lip, "Who knew that the Radio Demon was just like a stray cat - needed to be bred so he calmed down~? How was he, by the way-- can we film the next time you two--?"
"That's my cue to fuck off, then. At least I'll get to dress the fucker, maybe he'll even let me fix that fucking mess of a hairdo."
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An adversary that, with that word going around, had him brighten and nearly choke on his next drink as the memory of that night flit to mind. The sounds he'd made, the way he twisted around and those sharp teeth dug into his flesh, legs wrapped around- He lifted the back of his hand to his mouth to catch a bit of the whiskey that dribbled down as he coughed and fought to take in air for the moment.
Who was he to kiss and tell, anyway!? Even if it was fucking incredible-