Gamer Boi

Tidbits: feels like-

Angel thought he was beating Clyde. He really thought so. Until Clyde threw a new move on him he didn't expect. He was down and out.

"Shit! What the hell was that?" Angel screeched at the screen, shaking his controller.

Clyde let out a laugh.

"Pffftt...you should've seen your face!" He fell back laughing.

"Ugh, you just gotta pull new shit on me, you jerk!" He tackled Clyde, who yelped when they landed in the floor.

Clyde cried when Angel started tickling him. "No fair! You got four arms! I can't defend myself! Ahhhh!"

"Serves ya right for bringing new moves in the game!!" He tortured him before getting tired out and stopping.

Clyde wheezed, a heap on the floor, before slowly sitting up. Angel giggled and flopped his head on his lap.

"You know, you can kill someone by making them laugh to death!" Clyde gasped and coughed.

"Well, lucky for you, you never saw the light of day." Angel stared up at him, content.

"So, are ya nervous for your first conference?" Angel asked, making casual conversation after such a brutal attack.

"Nah, I'm actually pretty good at making friends, so telling my testimony to people won't be hard for me." He smiled and pet Angel's hair, making the spider purr in glee.

"Mmmm...when ya doin' it?" He pondered.

"Friday afternoon. She's got, what? Three new clients?" He asked.

"Yeah, nothin' to do a victory dance over but somethin'," Angel muttered.

"Well, it's progress. I'm happy she shut out all the publicity away from me though, I can't deal with all that shit. Speaking of which, Gabriel's new commercial for the program was a bit...much."

"Oh, Gabby's all for theatrics, I can tell. But really, it was kinda cringey if ya ask me. Comin' from a porn star, you gotta sell it right." Angel laid over Clyde's lap, wanting more attention.

"Mhmm...speaking of theatrics, how's Alastor doing?" He asked.

Angel's demeanor changed completely. He sat up and his face turned a light pink.

"Who wants to know?"

"Hehe, me, that's all."

"Ah, well, Al's doin' okay, been staying at the old studio lately, he's gonna transform it into a swing club. He said he'll hire the old employees as waitresses and singers, y'know. So I gotta job. Also Vox and Vel work for him now, bein' the club managers, and cleanin' crew. Haha, I got kick out of that. But yeah, he's still financially supporting the hotel. And I listen to his radio show on Saturdays, he does some interesting stuff I guess. I don' know, ask him yourself!" He crossed his arms, turning red in the face.

"Woah, getting a little defensive huh? I really meant, how are you and him doing?" He winked at the blushing spider.

"Uh, nothing's happenin', he took me out to lunch a few times, but IT'S STRICTLY PLATONIC!! Kay?!" He rolled his eyes. "Also you still got Vox chasin' after you like some kind of puppy who lost its owner?" He smirked.

"Touché. And I still get texts here and there but nothing like it was. Jeez, I won't pry anymore." He raised his arms to stretch.

He knew that Angel really cared when he didn't share it with anyone else. It was his special secret. Sweet, really.

He yawned and sighed.

"I'm sleepy now, wanna take a nap?" He blinked a few times. It was his naptime at three.

"Yes! I call lil spoon!" He skipped to Clyde's bedroom.

Clyde giggled at his response, following after him. He walked in to find Angel already in Clyde's pink hoodie and curled up in his bed. He smiled and curled up behind him, he already knew he would wake up with his face in Angel's fluff. Habit.

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Art by: nabila_boim

*I was tired so sorry if this isn't the best, it was written simply and short.*