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//BABIES!!!

I just like their little interactions.

#Portrait. #(Angel.) #they are like bffs starting from episode 3 and nobody cares :''((((( #I SHOULD DO A COMPILATION TOO

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Fred slept through the change in position, his body clearly not minding the prospect of getting swaddled into the convenient blanket. So far so good. He snuffled as Alastor tiptoed over the other eggs, blissfully unaware that he wasn't in their bed anymore.

AJ wasn't asleep, or even that drowsy. The hungry egg's steps might've been tiny and quiet, but they were also fast, so he already stood in the kitchen when Alastor (And Fred) arrived.

In his minuscule hand glinted a sharp, metallic object, which he held up and pointed at his boss and his charge victoriously, even ominously, against the backdrop of the dark sky and flickering street lights visible through the windows.

It was a bottle opener.

"Look, Boss," he said, "someone left this on the floor! Can I have a beer too?"

...His after-life was a joke. This was a very poor joke that now he somehow had to contend with. As the other egg - who's name he was completely forgetting - rose and began to try to make his way out to the kitchen area, Alastor knew that he had very little choice.

Heaving an exhausted breath, Alastor decided to get the blanket that had been so generously gifted to him and use it to lightly wrap the snoozing Fred into it. Carefully. So as to not wake him. Ideally, the egg was a heavy enough sleeper that being toted around would not be such a big deal, though he was sure the visual that was to be him essentially babying this tiny egg creature was going to garner MORE terrible jokes if he were caught.

Ideally, the late hour meant that they would be mostly left alone as he, with Fred in arms, carefully stepped over the remaining slumbering eggs to trail after the one who'd wandered away.

"I am urging you to wait until I can get this snack for you. I am not interested in putting out a kitchen fire tonight."

Clearly agitated in his words, though he kept his volume relatively low so to not cause a scene.

#ic #(Alastor.) #radioiaci #I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY PITYING ALASTOR #PFFFFFTTTTTT

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Alastor's cheeky promise warrants a hissed snicker. He'll hold the Radio Demon to that! Pentious rests his chin on his palm while his other keeps lightly brushing Alastor's hand and the book's delicate cover.

"That sounds riveting, luv," Pentious says, meaning it. He is a fan of spooky and dramatic stories himself, especially when they're shared. "Would you be so kind to read me a sample before I indulge you with the tale of my recent adventure to the Centre of Hell?"

What a marvellous accident it had been. Pentious had been out and about, making a trip to the library and the grocery store, but had ended up tripping and falling through the deepest sewer hole in existence. As one does. It had led him to a bitterly frozen realm he hadn't had an idea of even existing prior to his sudden discovery.

"It has even made me prepare a sssurprise for you," he says, tapping his fingertips together excitedly.

The touches to his face are... surprisingly nice. Pentious' ability to counter his own more fervent predatory behavior with something much more warm has only ever caught his interest. Terrible, terrible interest. Perhaps it's the distinct lack of fear in the way that the other looks at him now. It's bold. And desirable.

And terrible.

Don't look at him like that. But do.

"Mm, I'll have to think on one for you. Everything I can think of presently is not suitable for public conversation." Pentious can take that as he will.

The pull of his book is not suspicious whatsoever - he allows it to happen, though the other demon will absolutely be receiving a small look of fondness as a result.

"It's a collective of short horror stories by one Shane Leslie. A rather rare edition of it as well." The title itself is a hastily scrawled: Masquerades: Studies in the Morbid. His choice of books are always a bit suspect.

#ic #(alastor.) #Honeymoon era #PFFFTT #<3333 #radioiaci

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@cafesosohage on ig

#aesthetic. #delights.

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The melody of Alastor's choice wasn't one Pentious recognised, but he listened to it with curious ears. The haunting notes, played in a longing and mysterious fashion interested the snake and actually managed to distract him the tiniest bit. It made him able to think a bit more clearly, to go through his words before he blurted them out.

A sample? That was a strange request. And despite the flustering quality of it, Pentious found himself snickering.

"I suppose that wouldn't be too much trouble. But the sample would unfortunately have to be intravenousss. I wasn't born yesterday, Mister! I couldn't just hand the formula of a potent nerve agent to a smart thing like you," he spoke, not sure where his burst of boldness had come from. Perhaps he thought he had really seen through a dastardly plan.

Regardless, the hungry gaze he managed to catch in Alastor's eyes brought back his coyness in its entirety. He noticed that the Radio Demon's gaze traversed down to his long fangs. Pentious bit them into his bottom lip, starting to dare hope that Alastor admired what he saw, though he was still afraid he didn't.

Pentious brought two claw to his teeth, brushing over them a tad shyly. The gesture was as sincerely coy, as it was flirtatious.

"...Uhm... there's not sssomething on my face, is there?"

"Ninety-seven is a very specific percentage," he said without glancing up from what he was doing. There was a bit of lingering debris and dust in and around the wound that would take some extra care and cleaning. Otherwise, it might have been an easier task to manage. But he did not mind it, eyes fixed onto Pentious' scales. The radio had crackled and shifted again, in the meantime, emanating a softer, slower tune much more in the realm of the sonata from earlier: Erik Satie's Gnossienne. One could find the melody rather ominous.

Or not.

"How strange would it be to ask for a sample at some point?" he murmured, probably more intimately than truly intended. Because he was curious. But whether or not he was asking for the bottled variety or for a much more personal method of delivery was anyone's guess.

Perhaps he was drawing, a bit, on that shudder that the other was giving. Don't do that. That was not encouraging him to behave whatsoever. Particularly not as his gaze ventured upwards to those rather prominent fangs of the snake demon's. Those in and of themselves were rather interesting.

His mind was surely running away without him, the feedback he was giving off growing slightly louder, though only just so.

#ic #radioiaci #(Alastor.) #=)))))) #Just #=))))))))))))!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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"I... It never came up in conversation, that's all-" Pentious stuttered, quite dumbstruck about Angel's strong reaction. Although it just hammered in the fact that he truly was of the same blood as Arackniss, the grumpy thing.

Pentious didn't know why it was such a big deal, wasn't it delightful that they knew someone in common? It was almost like Angel was disappointed to learn this!

So outrageous Angel's claims were that Pentious shared an amused look with a few egg boiz, before chuckling and waving a dismissing hand towards the spider.

"...Or Arackniss told me about you! Because he did!" he responded truthfully, crossing his arms with a grin plastered on his face. "We're friends, Angel, we know each other quite well, actually! But... we haven't seen in a while." Probably another reason Arackniss had never come up in conversation. The older spider hadn't tried to court Pentious in... months?

"We first met way back in the 50s, I believe. We frequented the same bars and hit it off from there," Pentious continued. "Oh, we had the best of times cruising around town and causing mishaps!"

"And he came to the airship and we all had Italian ice cream and, and you did hugging stuff!" Frank interjected, excited over the same memories. "And then you were like, like, yayyy, you know, but then Nissie was like "Everyone is a fa-"

"YES, QUITE ENOUGH, FRANK," Pentious shrieked, hand flying over the minion's mouth.

"And Nissie kept saying it and then we didn't see Nissie for a long time and Boss ate a lot of ice cream alone and cried and got really fat," AJ the egg continued from the sidelines, shaking his little shell head sadly. Pentious grunted at the revelations, arms still crossed.

"Yes, that happened, too," he admitted, turning back to Angel. "Your brother is certainly not carved from the same stone as you when it comes to being progressive. Do tell me, is Arackniss doing alright? Is he still a raging, closssseted homophobe?"

Pentious wheezed in glee as Angel made the correct guess, immediately straightening his back with a pained grunt and fanning his face with his hand. "Finally," he said, laughing with his distinct English accent back in its place. That had been quite the rough charade! But it had been a success, hadn't it?

"Oooaahhh!" the eggs gasped and clapped their hands. "Nissie! Spider-man Nissie! You were Nissie!" they repeated, most of them remembering the demon in question too. Frank elbowed Angel Dust, giving the spider a teensy wink. "I knew it, but I let you win because you're our guest and it's polite, Boss," he informed in a proud whisper.

"Hohoho, yes! Of course it was Niss-, ehm, Arackniss," Pentious confirmed again. He gave a dramatic bow, grieving that he had already removed his hat for the night as it would've perfected the pose.

He slithered back to the rest of the group and settled down, picking Fred back up as he did. The egg in question held a finger over a contemplating lip. He was too new to know who Arackniss was and how to feel about him.

"You worried me for a moment there," Pentious said, wagging a playful finger in Angel's face. "I was starting to fear that you didn't recognise your own big brother!"

#ic #hazbinned #(Angel.) #EGGS HOW COULD YOU #I'M LAUGHING

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Pentious cannot conceal the full flare of his hood at the king's swift demand.

"Right away, Your Majesssty," he replies, scolding himself for the overflowing desire that sparks at the opportunity to please his flirtatious monarch. The following order to use his tongue doesn't help much. Pentious' mouth is already watering, his fangs protrude and bite over his bottom lip and his face is entirely flustered. What a wench he is.

Strong arms switch Lucifer into a comfortable, bridal position as he makes haste upstairs, through the corridor and to his room. The end of his tail locks the door behind them clumsily and he is already kissing the fallen angel again when he brings him to his bed and carefully lowers him upon an inviting pile of pillows. Pentious settles over him, tail falling between his legs, coiling around one. The snake presses into him, more eager than is proper. "Is this comfortable, my Lord?" he whispers, pulling back only to attach his lips and the tip of his teeth onto Lucifer's pale neck instead.

Finally. The effort needed to break down this sinners wall of ignorance was all too much effort; time to see if it was worth it. Finally captured in the heated moment boiled between their poor communication.

Relaxes into arching his back underneath a explorative taloned touch. More, please. He felt the urge to beg if it weren't beneath him. Not with such a willing and obedient damned one entwining tongues with his own.

"Since you'd like to know my wishes..." breaks the kiss to hushly breath out his desire. "Bring us to your chambers, quickly." His grip tightens sweetly into Pentious. Not allowing him to move onwards without giving something to look forward to. "And show me how well skilled you with that tongue of yours. Just to start."

#ic #tw: nsfw #(Lucifer.) #hellpride #OHHHOH THIS IS DELIGHTFUL #Pent has some pent up desire badum tssshhhhh #BETTER MAKE IT WORTH LUCI'S WHILE

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Pentious wheezed in glee as Angel made the correct guess, immediately straightening his back with a pained grunt and fanning his face with his hand. "Finally," he said, laughing with his distinct English accent back in its place. That had been quite the rough charade! But it had been a success, hadn't it?

"Oooaahhh!" the eggs gasped and clapped their hands. "Nissie! Spider-man Nissie! You were Nissie!" they repeated, most of them remembering the demon in question too. Frank elbowed Angel Dust, giving the spider a teensy wink. "I knew it, but I let you win because you're our guest and it's polite, Boss," he informed in a proud whisper.

"Hohoho, yes! Of course it was Niss-, ehm, Arackniss," Pentious confirmed again. He gave a dramatic bow, grieving that he had already removed his hat for the night as it would've perfected the pose.

He slithered back to the rest of the group and settled down, picking Fred back up as he did. The egg in question held a finger over a contemplating lip. He was too new to know who Arackniss was and how to feel about him.

"You worried me for a moment there," Pentious said, wagging a playful finger in Angel's face. "I was starting to fear that you didn't recognise your own big brother!"

Angel felt like he was going crazy. That was so obviously his brother, and yet he had never, not once, mentioned to anyone in this hotel that he even had siblings. As far as they knew, he was Italian-American and came from some vague mafia background, and he'd had a turbulent relationship with his dad— and that was it. Other than some hinting here and there, all that Angel had supplied the other sinners about his family life had been crumbs.

There was simply no way that Pentious could produce such an accurate portrayal of his brother unless Angel had previously done it himself, or unless the two of them had met somehow. Neither of those things had happened, had they?

... Unless Angel had come home from work, or the club, plastered and high out of his mind, and spilled some beans he didn't remember spilling.

He must have looked ridiculous to Pentious, sitting there with an expression halfway between amused and bamboozled. One eyebrow was stitched up, while the other was lowered, and he was somehow grimacing and smiling at the same time.

Another Valentino-unapproved face, that's for sure. Not very sexy of him.

He reached for the charcuterie board when Frank came near him, and plucked a few cookies, a single grape, and a couple crackers off it. He popped the grape in his mouth and began chewing, head lolling to the side.

"Aight," he said, with a sigh of resignation as Frank spoke up. He couldn't let Frank beat him, could he? He had to at least shoot his shot here. "You're gonna think I'm crazy, but I can't think of anythin' else. Are you s'pposed'ta be my brother, Arackniss...?"

#ic #(angel.) #hazbinned #DING DING DINGGGGG #Arackniss shuddering somewhere #“Some piece a /¤/¤/% is talkin' ”(¤%“ bout me >:((((”

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@radioiaci asked:

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Affectionate gestures. (Accepting!)

An idle caress over Alastor's back halts when Pentious' claws meet a scar he hasn't felt before. Again. It has either been received recently, or it's always been there and has drowned in the sea of many. Too many. Both possibilities are sad.

The snake always makes sure to not bring overbearing attention towards the many old wounds, plenty surely from gruesome incidents. He doesn't want Alastor to feel that it's all Pentious sees when he looks at him, or that Alastor is ugly or undesirable because of them. And he isn't, certainly not. But Pentious still feels sorry for him. Still wants to comfort him.

His finger continues tracing, following the lines on Alastor's skin as the Radio Demon lies next to him, back turned towards Pentious. Though Pentious knows that Alastor is smiling, he wonders what feeling the expression is hiding right now. Did Alastor notice that Pentious' caresses halted? Can he guess why, and if so, is he embarrassed? Or does he mind at all?

"Hmm," Pentious says, tapping a gentle claw against the marred skin. He hopes his reassuring smile reaches through the tips of his fingers.

"I don't think this 'map' shows a way to Lulu World or the Gluttony Ring. How should I interpret it? I wonder, where does it lead?"

#ic #memes. (accepting) #(Alastor.) #radioiaci #Not these two making me so so so emotional #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #hearts hearts hearts #radiosnake #I need a special tag for them too #HNNNNH

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//my pinned post now has a tag dump! Also my new theme is adorable hehee!!

#ooc #finally

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//I've named two new egg boiz. >:DD

Meet Francis and Felix.

#ooc. #headcanons. #about egg boiz.

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"But..." What Buzz was saying wasn't making any sense! Beating Alastor was exactly what Pentious needed to do to gain the respect of the Vees. Vox had said so himself. He had said, and Pentious could quote it in his head; "Okay, tell you what, uh, beat Alastor and then we can talk." So obviously he needed to do that! Then, he would...

Right then something clicked in his head, and it wasn't his multiple fractures. It was the horrifying, flabbergasting, absolutely blood-curdling realisation that he had been fooled. Maybe the severe concussion had given his head some clarity, but suddenly it was as clear as day that the sole reason Vox had said what he had, was to keep Pentious away. Keep him occupied with an impossible task so he didn't need to hear from the snake again.

"...Damn it..." Pentious sobbed, starting to cry into the asphalt. He'd slam his fist on the ground in angry protest to the way he had been jested if his fingers weren't stuck to ten different directions. "...Tell me then what you'd do to make me... less of... less of a f-f-failure..."

Buzz gave Fred a pat on the shell. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna drop ya. And why would I wanna defeat Alastor? He's got nothing I want, I just said I don't wanna be an Overlord, so I work for one instead, and I have no way of permanently killing him, anyway. Alastor isn't some proving ground for new Overlords to test their strength upon, he's an unstoppable force of nature that you stay out of the way of.

"Tell me, how often do you see other big-name Overlords go up against Alastor? How often do they win? You gotta let go of this idea that you need to beat him to gain respect, Pen. Like I said, you got a reputation of being one of Hell's biggest losers. You're throwing yourself into a meatgrinder and thinking this time, you'll jam up the gears. Just... just quit it, man. Seriously. Again, it's getting boring. You're not even worth betting on to lose."

Buzz couldn't be mad at this sad noodle, both because of how pathetic he was and because he made such adorable minions. He grabbed his dropped tote bags and tugged them closer to him as he idly spun Fred in his upper hands. "I thought you were supposed to be a genius, Pen. I'm gonna give you one last chance: let me show you how you can make a good name for yourself, and it doesn't involve getting your shit kicked in by Alastor."

#ic #nebula gaster #(Buzz.) #tw: injury #cartoony but as always just in case! #Timeline: Architect of Destruction

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"Yeah, the ones in a carton with a chicken's picture on," AJ replied, completely oblivious to the Radio Demon's confusion. Of course he liked eating eggs, who didn't?

But maybe this Red Boss didn't know what they tasted like, if he was more keen on eating demon corpses. Poor Boss. Maybe AJ would give him a half of his boiled egg.

"I woulda' eaten earlier but Frank got poached," maybe he could've resorted to eating Frank a little bit, since he was even properly prepared in the washing machine but the other eggs wouldn't let him.

"I guess you're right, Boss," he said, not settling back down to sleep, but instead toddling himself up. "I can go do it myself. I mean, how hard can boiling an egg be? The 'fact' that most domestic accidents happen in the kitchen is a lie created by the fast food industry anyway," he continued, already walking towards the door and the dark hallway.

AJ turned back to regard his boss and the blissfully sleeping egg in his hold with another wide smile, partially obscured by the shadows of the corridor.

"You can't put Fred down anyway. He'd wake up and cry."

And so he was stuck. With Fred on his lap and the other eggs scattered around him, even absconding into shadow meant that the egg currently using him as a pillow would drop to the floor. And no doubt it would cause a chain reaction of upset that he was not interested in addressing.

Alastor was rather blasé about their little good nights to one another - except that strange bit of over-the-top affection that Fred in particular was trying to subject him to. Eugh. All he could offer was a slight pat on the egg's shell in return. Yes, yes. Sleep.

The silence persisted and Alastor took the opportunity to just lose himself in his own thoughts for a few moments -

Until said thoughts were interrupted, his head turning to peer at the small egg that was... not Fred. Which one was this? He couldn't remember. A little too preoccupied with what he was being... asked.

...Boil an egg?

But-

But they were-

Huh?

"...You eat eggs?" He kept his voice low to not wake the others, but he was... so confused. (Ignore that he himself was a cannibal - that somehow seemed different.) Never mind the fact that now was an incredibly inopportune time to ask for a snack.

"I think it's a little late for a snack either way, don't you think?"

#Eggz ic #radioiaci #(Alastor.) #HSHFHDJFGHFHGFHGHFG IMAGINES A REALLY OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND (Or a really childish one no in between) #Alastor your only options are to remain still and hope AJ doesn't kill himself or follow while holding Fred pick your poison #jk I bet there's many many options he can think of #AJ is #something

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The delight is apparent in the way Sir Pentious' hood flares upwards and how his smile stretches at the inviting gesture. Finding Alastor in his book nook was already wonderful, but it was even better when he was welcomed into it so warmly!

He smiles into the brief kiss and places a gentle hand over the Radio Demon's cheek even before he's pulled in for another. He caresses the narrowly sculpted jawline with gentle claws and relishes in the cuteness of Alastor concealing their show of affection behind his book.

Pentious feels fortunate to share such a lovely secret with Alastor, privileged to see and experience a soft side under all the thorns. The second kiss lingers still. The only comfort in having to eventually separate is to be allowed to look at Alastor's face again.

When they part, Pentious slides his fingers down Alastor's cheek and lifts them off as they stroke over his chin. "You know," he says as he lowers himself to the seat next to him and grins cheekily, "if we were being entirely proper, it would have to be you who givesss a pet name to me." The most blatant invitation to do so if there ever was one.

His hand sneakily brushes over Alastor's under a ruse of trying to tilt his book towards himself. Pentious smiles.

"What were you reading, dear?"

@sirserpentine ⧐ Peculiar grin. ; "Kiss for Boss?" UNPROMPTED ASKS.

...Excuse him.

The novel in his hand is nearly forgotten by the sudden and unexpected intrusion into his little reading corner on the balcony. He expected interruptions, but not... This sort. Catches him sufficiently off guard, redirecting his gaze over to the apparently far-too-bold-for-his-own-good Pentious.

"...You choose now to ask? I am not calling you that."

But he'll reach up all the same, snagging the other by the sleeve to tug him closer, sparing the briefest of glances around to ensure that he has not been followed by the eggs.

"Come up with a better nickname."

Alastor pulls Pentious down to his level then, using the book in hand, splayed in his hold to very briefly hide the act of him pressing a small, almost chaste kiss to the other demon's mouth. He expects it to be done with after that, but-

Well. Temptation and all.

He goes for another, this one lingering. May as well, given that Pentious has clambered up here to find him. So sweet. Deserving of at least some acknowledgement. (No, he is not prolonging the encounter for selfish reasons, what are you talking about?)

He'll have to remember what page he was on in a moment.

He's occupied.

#ic #radioiaci #(Alastor.) #There was an order for something sickly soft? #please sign here :33333333 #am I a bit feral about them? #yes?

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//In between all wonderful Alastors, Cursed Cat Alastors, canon Keekee, the Vampire Verse with Angel and all Valentinos waking Pentious' murderous urges

EVERY DAY IS CHEWSDAY FOR PENTIOUS

#fitting reminder #happy chewsday xDD

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Pentious appreciated the chance to blabber. It did well in distracting him as Alastor touched him again, fortunately in a less surprising way this time.

Actually, it was surprising. Gentle and considerate. What a vexing demon Alastor was. It must've been part of the fun, for him. Keeping Pentious on his toes. Or on the tip of his tail. Whatever.

"It's an unpredictable pain, that's what it is," the snake replied. "97 percent of the time I would have to produce it by will, but it takes a while, so it's not exactly sssuperb for self-defence. But then once in a blue moon I start sssalivating it in heaps and can't stop it. It tastes rather bitter and strong, ruins afternoon tea for me."

He closed his eyes briefly at the sting of the antiseptic.

"Nevermind the effect of the venom itself. It varies greatly. No reaction is ever exactly the same, regardless of the amount administered. Some might feel a slight tingle and drowsiness. Others get pained and paralysed, temporarily of course. Some demons have even gotten a sense of euphoria from it."

An accidental discovery, really. It had led Pentious, a fresh Sinner at the time, into selling his venom in bottled, watered-down form for recreational purposes. He had had to earn his first hellbucks somehow, after all.

He supposed it would be wise to urge his venom glands into production mode at present. If Alastor stopped teetering on the edge of play and actually attacked him, a dollop of venom and a flash of hypnosis would secure a way out. But Alastor was a strong demon. What if nothing happened? Pentious would be in for a beat-up of his life, that's for sure.

And if there was a chance that Alastor didn't want to eat him up, Pentious would be losing his opportunity to bite the Radio Demon without his venom. As terrified as he was of this realisation, Pentious still had to admit he enjoyed the idea of nibbling Alastor without the aftertaste of poison. For some reason.

He shuddered again, this time in response to the static buzz near his ear and neck.

Golly.

There was some considerable effort being put towards not dissolving into another fit of giggling at the responses he was eliciting from Pentious with each comment. It was always quite the treat to be able to keep someone on the edge of uncertainty - was he joking? Was he not? Did he intend to follow through on his cannibalistic flirts? Did he not? Oh, it was always a tossup with him.

As Pentious returned with the first aid, Alastor was calm in pulling out one of the sterilizing wipes - took him a moment or two to sift through the objects to ensure he knew what was what - and reaching to tug the other close again. Still so tempted. But no, no. If he went too far, he was sure he would hear about it from someone. And he did not feel up to receiving a lecture on this day.

"There was a bit of a dusty layer, but nothing that I've not suffered through before," he replied as surprisingly gentle hands began to work at cleaning up the small wound (and the lingering evidence that his own tongue had been there). True enough, all it would need was a bandage. Shame, that.

"...You are venomous?" As his processing caught up to that little nugget of information.

"What's that like, I wonder?"

The conversation helped to keep him relatively distracted. From actually biting, but also from focusing too hard on the fact that they were still close in proximity; to the point where he was sure Pentious would be keenly aware of the radio interference that was always sort of swimming about his person, even if it was on the quieter side when he was simply acting idly. It was fine.

#ic #radioiaci #(Alastor.) #tw: cannibalism #tw: suggestive #?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??! I guess?!?!??!?!!? #the bi panic continues to grow #intense music starts #dun dun #heart thumping #thump thump

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