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I have no idea what that is.

[He looks at the plate of cannolis.]

I suppose this batch is mine then.

[He takes pride in his cooking skills so wasting food by doing a horrible job at a recipe is a bit of a sting to his ego. The cannolis might not be right but at least they're edible.]

[And if he can't stomach them, well, there's someone else present who probably wouldn't mind them judging by how the basket in the corner is wiggling. (Dammit. The sleep spell has worn off. He needs to have his shadow sneak the basket into Angel's room without drawing attention!)]

Edited 2023-04-03 13:29 (UTC)

Hold on, Smiles! I didn't say that they were inedible.

Let me-

[The thought was cut short as movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Angel's head swiveled to see the wiggling basket hidden in the corner of the room. Ugh, what the fuck Al? Did he really bring more of those creatures into this house to butcher? The spider's brow knitted together as he marched over to it huffing a giant sigh.]

Al... You really gotta stop bringing these things home alive. I understand you gotta e-

[The words died on his tongue as he lifted the cloth of the basket to see that it was not red caps under it. But instead what greeted him was a small pink spotted piglet blinking up at the sinner with drowsy eyes. Around his neck was a neatly tired ribbon, so the starlet know that the deer didn't intent to make him his next meal. All the Radio Demon could see from her perspective was the spider's back as it shook as he reached out with delicate claws.]

N-nuggs?

[A tiny ear flicked at his name, jumping to his little cloven hooves to give his mama a little happy snort in response. That was it for him. The flood gates had been opened as Angel snatched his baby up to cradle the small creature in his arms, sodding uncontrollably.]

Nuggs! Oh shit- [The little piglet licked up the salty tears dripping down his face.] It's really you... Daddy's got you baby...

[Alastor awkwardly stands off to one side, watching the whole thing. He really didn't mean to make Angel cry.]

I, ehm, wasn't sure it would even work. That blasted fountain always spits my baubles back out. Imagine my surprise when it actually behaved itself this time.

[He's trying desperately not to fidget, unsure of what to do. He's rambling and he knows it, but he can't help it.]

[Angel turned around to stare in disbelief at the deer. Alastor did this for him? For the first time in his afterlife, the spider was struck silent. Why? Why did he do this for him? After all the shit he put him through? He really didn't understand him.

Shifting his little piglet into the safety of his secondary hands, Angel stumbled over the radio host to toss his arms around his neck, buying his face into his shoulder as he continued to sob.]

Holy fuck Al.... You're such a massive dick.... Thank you.

[And people claimed that Alastor gave mixed signals.]

[As usual, Alastor tenses at the sudden hug, smile and eyes wide as if he were caught in a set of headlights. His eyes flick about, trying to find something, anything, that might dispel the awkwardness.]

[Slowly, awkwardly, Alastor reaches up to pat Angel on the back, returning the hug in his own way.]

...I take it you like this better than the canolis?

[It's a lame attempt at some levity, but he hopes it works.]

[Through his tears, Angel choked on a laugh. This dumbass deer. Fuck. What was he going to do with him? The spider kept his face buried in the radio host's shoulder, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes cause of all his blubbering.]

Yes... Yes you stupid asshole. [Sniffles.] Why did you do this for me?

Because I missed seeing your real smile, my dear.

[And that, to Alastor, is reason enough.]

I remembered your piglet so I decided to try. If that blasted well spit the bauble back out, well, you had no way of knowing what I'd planned to do so you wouldn't be disappointed.

[He... what? Angel slowly lifted his head to stare at Al, eyes red from the tears shed. Who was her and where was Al? This was the singularly most sweetest thing anyone had done for him... _{And romantic??}]

You really did all this... for me? [Damn, he really wanted to plant a kiss on this idiot but he still had a little self preservation still left to resist the urge. So he settled on a little humor instead to ease the tension he felt coiling in his gut.] So... you like it when I smile~?

[And at that, he did creak a small flirty grin.]

I like it when you genuinely smile.

[There's a difference, after all.]

But you do like it.

[Angel's grin widens as he reached up to boop him on the nose.]

You heard that Nuggs? He's a witness. No take backs. [Glancing down at the little piglet in his arms, the spider's whole face melted.]

[Alastor's nose instinctively wrinkles at the boop.]

[Suddenly self-conscious, Alastor laughs and leans towards him, grin turning playful.]

I won't deny it, but if you told anybody, we both know they wouldn't believe it.

[He reaches up to give Fat Nuggets a little pat on the head.]

And sadly your only witness isn't talking.

[The little pig made a happy snort, leaning to the the pet and Angel lets out a laugh. Looking back up to Alastor, Angel reached up to place long delicate fingers under the deer's chin to gingerly tilt his head up.]

Well... I will know~ [Slowly Angel leans in with his eyes closed. Just as it appeared as if he was going to do what it looked like he was, he verged off course at the last second to plant a gentle soft kiss on the demon's cheek.] Thank you, Al.

[Is Angel going to...?! Alastor could easily get out of the other's "grip" but he's so flustered by the entire situation that it's not processing that he can.]

[The kiss on the cheek allows him to relax a bit but there might be a slight bit of red there that has nothing to do with his hair, eyes, or outfit. ~~You can prove nothing, Angel!~~]

Happy birthday, Angel.

[Fat Nuggets watches the pair from Angel's arms and even he lets out a small snort. What are they doing? Can he get smooches? Dad, smooches down here please! Feeling the little one wiggling in his grip, Angel pulled up, chuckling to himself.]

Alright, alight. I can giv yo- [But the words caught in his throat as he saw Alastor's face. Wait a second.... That shit eating grin coiled at the corners of his mouth.] Al... are you... blushing?

Absolutely not!

[Alastor smoothly steps back and turns on a heel, hiding his face from Angel as he works to cool it down since he is CERTAINLY NOT BLUSHING.]

Now, why don't you get your little porcine friend settled in? I never owned a pet so I'm not sure what the little fellow needs.

In the meantime, I managed to get my hands on some spaghetti noodles though they're a bit too large for the pot. Perhaps I should break them in half.

[Which he knows is taboo as hell but anything to get Angel to stooooop.]

[Italian gasp as he covers the little piglet's ears.]

You wouldn't dare. You leave pasta out of this, you monster. What did it ever do to you?

[Readjusting Fat Nuggets to better give him a proper cuddle, pressing his pink little check against his.]

But daddy is right, we need to get you settled in. I don't got any nice widdle ribbons for you~ We need to go shopping!

[Alastor gave a quiet sigh of relief. He really didn't need the weird questions right now. Or the embarrassment of not being sure what to do after having done something so unusual for him.]

Planning to take him out to show him off while you shop?

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