♡ 1st Dose ♡

[itsytitsyspider]

[Action]

[Oh man, it had been a wild past 24 hours. The reality of the situation hasn't fully sunk in yet. Being whisked away to some fairy dream land? Yeah right. The spider was still convinced that this was all in his head.... despite on how real everything felt. How else could you explain the current state of affairs Angel found himself in? If you told him yesterday that he was going to be trashed falling into a magic booze spouting fountain and wake up next to the Radio Demon himself only wearing one of his red button downs, he would have laughed your ass right out the door. Not... that he was complaining. The deer had made himself quite at home, nestled up against Angel's soft white fur, arms draped around his waist. But seriously? How could this not be a dream? What he wouldn't give to have his Hellphone right now to snap a picture. Welp, next best thing was not to wake the sleeping fawn and have him realized what he did allllllllll night~

Letting out a long sigh, Angel shifted in Alastor's double bed. What the Hell Al? Why you have such a large bed to yourself? Expecting company? There was still a dull thumb in his temples from the events of yesterday as he took in his surroundings. Good lord, Smiles needed an interior decorator cause this place was sparce. Good thing he was there to liven up the place... Yeah, yeah... Smiles said he could only stay one night but good luck with that. Officially moved in. What was he going to do with all this space? Shaking his head at himself, Angel's eyes rolled over to spot his journal resting on the nightstand. Well well well... That was one way the past the time until Sleeping Beauty here woke up.

Carefully with his secondary set of hands, the spider scooted his body to sit up right, plucking the book up with his primary hands. Angel's brows furrowed slightly staring at its plain cover. That was going to have to change... But that was for later. Right now, he was remembering what that long nose pig creature told him when he first arrived. Somehow this was meant to be used to communicate with the residence here? What did he look like? Some pre-teen girl writing her most private of thoughts? Ha! We shall see if that was true or not. Collecting writing utensils from the nightstand drawer Angel set off to work, totally not taking any of this seriously.]


[Network]

Sender: Angel Dust
To: Everyone
Subject: My Dream Journal~♡
Warning: Angel Dust being Angel Dust....

[Across everyone's journal comes a beautifully hand written entry in bright pink curly lettering. Looks like some middle schooler's private dairy... doodles in the corners included.]

Comments

[Action Forever] Oh my God, I almost choked laughing at that journal page.

[lonelysmiles]

[It probably seems weird to Angel that Alastor smiles in his sleep. Not the face-splitting, very unsettling grin of his waking hours, but it's there all the same.]

[Right now his ambient static is humming away as usual though his head is starting to throb at that. It isn't helped when his internal receiver starts glitching again, adding a soft high-pitched whine to the static. He gives a soft groan as he hugs the soft pillow tighter, trying to bury his face in it even as he wished it was cooler.]

[Action] Glad you liked it, haha

[itsytitsyspider]

[Feeling the deer stir at his side, Angel glanced up from his notebook to stare at the still sleeping fawn. Man, he slept like the dead. The hum of static wasn't anything new. By not it was a soothing white-noise that lulled him to sleep. Heh, oh boy, Al was in for shock when he woke up.

But then a new sound cut through the static, causing the smile on Angel's face to fade. That.... was new. And a particularly alarming noise at that. Has he just hung over? He had to admit he had never witnessed Alastor in such a state before.]

... Smiles?

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor doesn't sleep often but when he does, he doesn't half-ass it.]

[He drifts far closer to consciousness than he wants to, but he needs to ride out the glitch. With clear effort, he takes slow, shuddering breaths as his head threatens to split in two.]

[The sound of the nickname prods him into opening one eye into a slit, gazing at the soft white-and-pink pillow he was clutching. Only it's not a pillow.]

[There's a shriek of microphone feedback as Alastor rockets himself off of the bed, landing hard on his tailbone as white-hot pain temporarily blinds him. It's an embarrassing display to say the least.]

[itsytitsyspider]

[Angel watched as realization flickered across Alastor's face. Yep, that pillow was not a pillow. The starlet could swear Al let a bit of drool on him. But that wicked grin spread across his face as Smiles bolted from the bed as if he was on fire.

Closing the journal, he placed it on the nightstand to roll over on his stomach, his long legs coiling up behind him.]

Good morning Starshine~ Sleep well?

[lonelysmiles]

What do you think you're doing in my bed?!

[And his smile tightens as he reaches up to grip his head. Ow ow ow yelling bad yelling bad...]

Sender: Mammon

[stupidmammon]

[ Part of him really wanted to tease him about the ridiculous journal entry. I mean c'mon! What was he, a teenage human girl going all gaga over his favorite boyband?? Buuuuut, he might have been a tiny bit flattered about the doodle of abs. There's no way that doodle could be about Alastor. That man is a skinny as a twig. Not that mammon was one to talk ]

Coulda made 'em a little bigger. I mean if ya wanted to go for accuracy an' all

[itsytitsyspider]

[Well fuck him. This journal thing actually worked. Oh no, he was given too much power. The havoc he could cause. This was going to be fun. Also, welcome to the joke Mammon. Glad you could join him.]

Oh my bad~ Care to correct my imagination with an in person demo?

[stupidmammon]

I mean I would, but I would just hate to break Alastor's heart an' all.

[itsytitsyspider]

Smile's a big boy. I'm sure he won't mind. I'm too much for one man to handle. You should try it out~

[stupidmammon]

Mrs. Smiles I think you just admitted to being unfaithful. Better hope Mr. Smiles doesn't take the house and kids.

sender : mei

[itsgunnabe_mei]

[ Mei just about does a triple take. That journal entry is... well, being a middle schooler, almost like her own! Doodles and all!

Not to mention, there's some important details in here!!! ]

ARE YOU DATING MISTER ALASTOR????

[ But what about Niffty? GASP - is it a love triangle?! SHE NEEDS DEETS. AND POPCORN. ]

[itsytitsyspider]

[Mister Alastor? What was Smiles going around telling people? Welp, this was going to be fun. He really shouldn't be unsupervised. Alastor was going to kill him when he woke up. BUT! That was neither here or there. So.....]

Oh yeah, me and Smiles are SUPER serious. I just got here and he already asked me to move in~

How do you know my Strawberry Prince?

[itsgunnabe_mei]

[ STRAWBERRY PRINCE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL CRAP?! THAT IS SO ADORABLE!!! SHE SHIPS IT SO HARD NOW!!! kawaiiiii ]

we're friends! he's helped me out so much! but does that mean you're a demon too??? what kind are you???

[itsytitsyspider]

[Friends with Smiles cause he helped her? Where the fuck Twilight Zone did he wonder his ass into? Oh, he was going to give Al so much shit after this. Lets see how much dirt he could dig up before the murdering happens.]

That sounds like my Al~

[No. No it does not.]

Why yes I am. Not sure what you mean by 'what type' cause we're all just a bunch of ugly freaks. Except me and my Baby Fawn~ But if I had to describe to you what I look like then I would say I take after a spider. Hell's funny joke of my family history.

But enough about me. Tell me more about what my Darling Deer has been up to. I want alllllll the details.

[itsgunnabe_mei]

[ Hn. Searching memory if there was a Spider Demon in Inu-yasha... I mean, probably, but there were so many types of demons, it's hard to keep track. Ah well, he's probably pretty hot, even with he has extra legs/arms. Means more cuddling.

Mei's got her priorities down. ]

We met at this really nice party where he was playing the piano and his shadow was dancing, and of course when you see that kind of cool combo you GOTTA investigate. And later after that we teamed up to take down a nightmare! He totally kicked butt! And another time I caught him sleeping with a bunch of a capybara, and it was sooooo cute! I just wish you could take pictures here cause you cannot BELIEVE the levels of SUPER DUPER ADORABLE it was!

Sender: Emet-Selch

[recreator]

Oh for the love of

You do realize that you have just graced all of us with your disgustingly detailed romantic pinings, do you not?

[itsytitsyspider]

And you're welcome~ You know how long it took me to draw those pictures?

Oh hun... If you want me to get disgusting detailed, I can. I thought that was rather tame.

[recreator]

[Emet-Selch, regrettably, is not so easily impressed. He is, however, quite honest in most regards.]

Judging by the linework and the anatomical inaccuracies, I'd estimate ten minutes. Possibly less.

And no, I want nothing of the sort. I'm asking you instead to keep your private thoughts private. This is a communications device, not some personal journal hidden out of sight beneath your pillow which only you know about.

[itsytitsyspider]

[Wow, this guy was good. That was pretty spot on.]

Meh, everyone’s a critic. I AM a lot taller than Smiles.

Don't get your panties in a twist. Can't ya take a joke? You can't possibly think this was serious. I didn't know it would actually work. Just testin' the waters. Which I think was very successful.

[recreator]

Not everyone, I imagine. Personally speaking, I prefer to call myself a "perfectionist" - why, watching and judging others is practically a second occupation at this point.

[That would be sarcasm, if truth.]

As for jokes, I can take them quite easily so long as they are skillfully delivered. Though, putting all of that aside, I fail to see what it is that you're testing. Care to enlighten us?

[And as for certain garments, he'd never wear something so crude that they'd become twisted in the first place. His people have always been quite conservative about their dress, after all.]

t...text...

[zomboii]

[ Dear god, look at all that pink. GLORIOUS. Does Unnamed understand any of what Angel's written? No. But he recognizes some of the letters! And of course--p i n k. That's the same colour as Yae Miko's hair, which makes it the best.

Using the tools his sensei gave him he will grab his quill and draft his very own, super-perfect reply...............................in the form of this nonsense: ]



[ he's Still Learning^TM ]

[itsytitsyspider]

[What the fuck was that? Did some one have a stroke? It was only fair to return in kind.]

[zomboii]

[ Aww yeah, total success. He is writing to someone.

It's utter, illegible nonsense but he's just really proud of himself! And since some of the shapes Angel draws intrigue him, he decides to try drawing the ice cream cone himself................along with a "hi" and his name. Totally visible, right? ]

[itsytitsyspider]

[No... no it was not... What the fuck was this person's deal? We're they just trolling him as well? Or did this dude have a mental issue? It was like a kid was doing this...]

[zomboii]

[ Little does he know :')

At least this message is much easier for him to read, understand...and hopefully answer? 'O' and 'K' are a lot easier to write than longer words.

With how much he's been practising, he'd have much more legible writing if his fine motor skills weren't hampered with the whole 'Infected Undead' thing. His dexterity will never be able to match someone uninfected and alive. ]