"Hmmmmmm," Alastor hummed in obvious disapproval, unimpressed. He took a look around the room before changing his mind entirely. "Then you'll dine in my space. You won't eat on the sofa or a bed like a slob, this isn't a picnic in the grass."
"Er, right. Yeah." Subjected to the tug, there was something... indescribable flitting around in his stomach. Something cozy.
"...I'll be there." So he followed through on the cozy feeling, and after hooking a finger against Alastor's collar and giving a little tug, he planted an unexpectedly chaste and tingly little kiss to the cheek before he moved at a rush to intercept Ethan. He dissolved, shifted into electricity and used a handy outlet to make his jump.
"ETHAN!" He... could have greeted better, appearing from nowhere and scaring the poor little possessor demon to death. The demon nearly dropped the two massive bags he held.
"S-sir!? I was just making the rounds to-"
"Don't worry about it!" He interrupted, snatching the bags away. "I've got a meeting with the others that's incredibly important, so I don't want them disturbed."
"Oh! Okay."
"...So get your ass home. I'm not paying you overtime."
"O-of course! Clocking out now! Have a nice day, sir!" Ethan didn't need to be told twice. It was late and he wanted to work for free just as much as any sane individual. He turned and all but fled as Vox sighed, peered in the bags, and went to finish the delivery to the other Vees: Light options for Vel, and... selections from three- no, four this time- different places for Valentino. Seriously, why can't he just stick to one place?? Who craves eats from two wildly different countries clashing together? It's like having a pasta dish with a limeade. Bleugh...
Once Vox was done distributing food for everyone, once he zipped into Alastor's space again, he'd be greeted by a small kitchen table neatly set with plates and cutlery, a vinyl record lightly playing scratchy swing music, and Alastor himself re-donning Vox's robe over his pajamas. Cozy!
The smell of the burgers hit Alastor first, and before he could even comment, his stomach growled. So he chuckled, instead. "Sit, sit! After dinner and dishes, I say we turn in early."
He did indeed zip on up, light on his feet! There was something so pleasantly domestic about this, and if he could just figure out the 'cooking' thing without making a burnt and terrible mess, he could make things even more domestic! Can you imagine--
Vox paused, stood straighter, and a spark buzzed between his antennae. Wearing one of his robes again... that's a dirty trick. Coupled with the music and the general ambiance of the room (you're welcome again, by the way), he was left with a jellyfish-in-the-belly feeling.
"Right!" He hopped along then, setting everything into place. He did stop and take one last little peek into the cardboard containers with the burgers, giving them an extra scrutinizing before choosing thhhhhiiiissss one to go on Alastor's plate.
Good job. Certain demons get to fucking live another day. But the ultimate test remained.
...But not without pulling out a chair first, and made a showy sweeping gesture as an invitation to sit. Let's get the deer and the kid off their hooves, yeah?
A gentlemanly gesture, once again... Alastor didn't mind it, even if it felt a bit like showboating. He was with child, and Vox was dignified enough to know to treat someone with child appropriately.
Even if he was openly attracted to it. Hmm. A mystery to unpack another night, perhaps.
The cardboard and Styrofoam of takeaway containers aside, Alastor settled at his seat and conjured some greens to go along with the burgers. He needed it to feed the little one - and Vox simply needed it because Alastor needed his mate well fed, himself. "Help yourself to a drink. Might as well enjoy a spot of alcohol for the both of us."
He... did miss drinking, honestly. Sometimes ached for it. Dinner like this was at least a good distraction.
He settled into his own seat after, and took a moment to press a palm to the base of his neck and give it a crack. "Mm- nah... think I'll go dry tonight. Y'know, this kind of thing goes good with a beer, but I have yet to find a place in Hell that brews a half-decent one, anyway."
Inwardly, it felt a little shitty to drink away when Al couldn't. He can go a bit without the vice. A solidarity thing, right?
Oh, but one vice he couldn't deny was a sloppy smash burger after the time they fuckin' had. Don't mind him digging in. Hohhhh sweet baby jesus....
Alastor just chuckled, watching his mate chomp right into the burger without abandon - not unlike Al himself when he was feeling particularly eager to dig into a kill.
But tonight, his inner beast was calming down. So instead, he took a knife and cut the burger in half - the middle was always where the best bites were, after all - and sampled it.
Greasy, indulgent, but the lettuce, tomato and onion were at least pleasantly fresh and crisp. Fine, fine... it's a good burger. And as he took a second bite, his stomach audibly growled - yes, yes, little one. He was going to finish it.
Vox's burger, meanwhile, looked like an absolutely sinful mess. It didn't stop him from chowing down like he only had a 5-minute break.
"...Seriously, you've got to be the only being in all of existence who'd knife and fork a burger," he noted in amusement, hunched over the plate to keep from making a mess of his shirt.
"But it's good, right?? The one place that makes burgers worth a fuckin' damn!"
"Yeah, I'm sure you could. Y'know, one of these days I'm gonna get bitten by the bug of inspiration, get good at making ONE dish, and make your socks pop off with it."
"Hey, a guy's gotta keep his hands busy somehow," he answered casually. He set down the last of his burger to take a moment and clean up his claws. He turned his attention to his malt shake, the perfect accompaniment to the whole thing.
"Casserole," he scoffed. "No, I'm thinking bigger...! I'm a big seafood fan, and after looking into things, I think I want to take a shot at something from your neck of the woods. Jambalaya can't be that hard, can it?"
"Ambitious, but can you really dream of outdoing my own Maman's recipe? Setting your sights on impossible standards - nothing can outdo what Maman would make for me."
He chuckled in amusement - even if Vox made something delicious and perfect, there really wasn't going to be something better than nostalgia.
"C'mon, I'm ambitious but I'm not 'besting someone's mom' ambitious!"
But he quietly conjured a holographic panel and did a quick peek on what exactly it was that Al described. A number of recipes popped up, and he took all of three seconds to skim the list.
"Huh... heheh- You're on. I should try it sometime first, see what I'm working toward. Then I start my climb. Easy!"
Might as well ingratiate himself more with Vox's pals - especially if they were likely to be figures in his little one's life. He'll get a beat on their nuances and twist them into his preferences as his child's guardians.
Why the fuck do they say 'cajun spices' in the recipe without NOTING the FUCKING SPICES?? He'll look into that later.
He turned and smirked, and snagged up the last piece of his sandwich before popping it away.
"Wait'll they guess wrong and think the good one is yours instead of mine...! What would you think about a little wager, hm? A little something for the winner, incentive for the loser?"
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"...Who the fuck eats on the bed? That's how you get ants."
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UGH.
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He offered a hand. Sorry the floor wasn't very, uh, hoof compliant.
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"Bring it to my room once you give your other pals their share~"
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"...I'll be there." So he followed through on the cozy feeling, and after hooking a finger against Alastor's collar and giving a little tug, he planted an unexpectedly chaste and tingly little kiss to the cheek before he moved at a rush to intercept Ethan. He dissolved, shifted into electricity and used a handy outlet to make his jump.
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Alastor stood, stunned.
Gentle.
Why did he keep... doing that...
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Alastor chuckled and shook his head, melting into shadow to disappear and reemerge in his space. He'll set the table like a gentleman.
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"S-sir!? I was just making the rounds to-"
"Don't worry about it!" He interrupted, snatching the bags away. "I've got a meeting with the others that's incredibly important, so I don't want them disturbed."
"Oh! Okay."
"...So get your ass home. I'm not paying you overtime."
"O-of course! Clocking out now! Have a nice day, sir!" Ethan didn't need to be told twice. It was late and he wanted to work for free just as much as any sane individual. He turned and all but fled as Vox sighed, peered in the bags, and went to finish the delivery to the other Vees: Light options for Vel, and... selections from three- no, four this time- different places for Valentino. Seriously, why can't he just stick to one place?? Who craves eats from two wildly different countries clashing together? It's like having a pasta dish with a limeade. Bleugh...
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The smell of the burgers hit Alastor first, and before he could even comment, his stomach growled. So he chuckled, instead. "Sit, sit! After dinner and dishes, I say we turn in early."
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Vox paused, stood straighter, and a spark buzzed between his antennae. Wearing one of his robes again... that's a dirty trick. Coupled with the music and the general ambiance of the room (you're welcome again, by the way), he was left with a jellyfish-in-the-belly feeling.
"Right!" He hopped along then, setting everything into place. He did stop and take one last little peek into the cardboard containers with the burgers, giving them an extra scrutinizing before choosing thhhhhiiiissss one to go on Alastor's plate.
Good job. Certain demons get to fucking live another day. But the ultimate test remained.
...But not without pulling out a chair first, and made a showy sweeping gesture as an invitation to sit. Let's get the deer and the kid off their hooves, yeah?
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Even if he was openly attracted to it. Hmm. A mystery to unpack another night, perhaps.
The cardboard and Styrofoam of takeaway containers aside, Alastor settled at his seat and conjured some greens to go along with the burgers. He needed it to feed the little one - and Vox simply needed it because Alastor needed his mate well fed, himself. "Help yourself to a drink. Might as well enjoy a spot of alcohol for the both of us."
He... did miss drinking, honestly. Sometimes ached for it. Dinner like this was at least a good distraction.
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Inwardly, it felt a little shitty to drink away when Al couldn't. He can go a bit without the vice. A solidarity thing, right?
Oh, but one vice he couldn't deny was a sloppy smash burger after the time they fuckin' had. Don't mind him digging in. Hohhhh sweet baby jesus....
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But tonight, his inner beast was calming down. So instead, he took a knife and cut the burger in half - the middle was always where the best bites were, after all - and sampled it.
Greasy, indulgent, but the lettuce, tomato and onion were at least pleasantly fresh and crisp. Fine, fine... it's a good burger. And as he took a second bite, his stomach audibly growled - yes, yes, little one. He was going to finish it.
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"...Seriously, you've got to be the only being in all of existence who'd knife and fork a burger," he noted in amusement, hunched over the plate to keep from making a mess of his shirt.
"But it's good, right?? The one place that makes burgers worth a fuckin' damn!"
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But even so, even as he takes another bite and savors it...
"I can make a better one."
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His appetite really has gotten a bit insatiable.
"I'm afraid one of your casseroles from that cooking show just won't do."
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"Casserole," he scoffed. "No, I'm thinking bigger...! I'm a big seafood fan, and after looking into things, I think I want to take a shot at something from your neck of the woods. Jambalaya can't be that hard, can it?"
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He chuckled in amusement - even if Vox made something delicious and perfect, there really wasn't going to be something better than nostalgia.
"Hmm... I could be curious to see your take on étouffée."
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But he quietly conjured a holographic panel and did a quick peek on what exactly it was that Al described. A number of recipes popped up, and he took all of three seconds to skim the list.
"Huh... heheh- You're on. I should try it sometime first, see what I'm working toward. Then I start my climb. Easy!"
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Might as well ingratiate himself more with Vox's pals - especially if they were likely to be figures in his little one's life. He'll get a beat on their nuances and twist them into his preferences as his child's guardians.
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He turned and smirked, and snagged up the last piece of his sandwich before popping it away.
"Wait'll they guess wrong and think the good one is yours instead of mine...! What would you think about a little wager, hm? A little something for the winner, incentive for the loser?"
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And what would he ask from you that he can't get just by batting his eyelashes, hmmmmm?
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Oh, fuck. He had to think of something good, then. A favor to cash in? Doing whatever the winner asks for 24 hours? The possibilities...
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