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Alastor felt like Angel had been avoiding him.

He had been avoiding everyone lately.

The others were very worried about him, they could tell something was up. But he was so good at closing himself off from everyone else, ignoring his friends plea's to help him. Alastor knew that he had seen a side of Angel which he usually hid so well, but it was nothing really. He hadn't even seen the shadow of what Angel was truly feeling, and he knew that. What Angel had shown him was just a small slip up, a small crack, but he'll slowly keep cracking, and he's not going to let anyone help him, they are going to have to force him...

Alastor went downstairs in his usual dapper tone, he was looking for Angel. He needed to try speaking to him, especially after what happened, he just needed to find out more. Everyone seemed down that morning, Husk usually only passed out in the afternoon, which means he had drank heavily this morning to just be passed out of the floor. Alastor stepped over him, looking at the others. Vaggie was on her phone, she would occasionally glance at Charlie, who was leaned over a price of paper, she was biting her lip.

Nifty was no where to be seen, which didn't help the mood,
"Well how's everyone doing on this fine morning?" Alastor asked, Vaggie looked up at him with an annoyed look on her face,
"What does it look like jackass?" She said, grumpily. Charlie gave her a look and Vaggie rolled her eyes, before shutting up. Charlie simply smiled at Alastor,
"Uhh, not too great to be honest." Charlie said, placing the paper face down on the couch.

Alastor cocked his head to the side,
"What could be troubling you my darling?" He asked, looking around for Angel who was also nowhere to be found. Charlie sighed and looked for the right words,
"Well... It's Angel, he's, he's not doing so great." She said. Alastor's smile faltered slightly at the sound of Angels name, he really was cracking.
"Ah yes, he's quite a dapper fellow usually, I was just about to ask where he is." He lied, he knew exactly where Angel was, he was going to go find him.
"He's been in his room for a couple of days now, he acts normal when he leaves his room though, like he hasn't been cooped up away from everyone, it's weird." Charlie said, pointing to the elevator.

Alastor nodded, Charlie went back to looking at her piece of paper,
"And what is that you are looking at my dear?" Charlie jumped, she looked back up to Alastor,
"Oh, they are Angels documents... I want to find out more about him..." She said, Alastor was intrigued by this, he would have to have a look at that later,
"Oh, I'd like to know more about him myself, I never paid much attention to the fellow. I have paid attention to the overlord known as Valentino though." Alastor casually slipped Valentino into the conversation, making both Charlie and Vaggie stop and stare at him.
"You'll have to tell us more about him later, he's quite.... important in Angels life." She added and emphasis on the word important, making Alastor cock his head.

Alastor never really knew anything other than Angel worked for Valentino, was his whore. He knew nothing about the relationship outside of work,
"Whatever do you mean? I never knew the two had 'something important' with eachother." He didn't really know if that was good or bad, based on Charlie and Vaggies response, he was probably not the greatest,
"Well, Valentino he's... Pure evil really. He's treated Angel really badly, I can't even describe it, I don't know much, Angel doesn't speak about it, but I've seen the state he's come home in sometimes." Charlie shuddered, Alastor decided to not ask anymore questions.

He went back upstairs without another word, Charlie looked up at where he had teleported off to,
"I wonder why he's asking anyway, he's never paid any interest to him." Vaggie just shrugged,
"I wouldn't worry 'bout it, he probably just wants entertainment, he sure as hell doesn't care." Vaggie went back to looking at her phone. Charlie thought there was something more though, the way his smile faltered, was there something he knew?

Alastor teleported straight Infront of Angels door, he would've teleported inside the room, but he respected Angels privacy, something that was rare for a demon like him. He was hesitant as he stood Infront of the door, his hand hovered over the door handle. He stopped and looked at the door, there was a little plate that said Angel Dust, with a little carving on the side, 'dont fucking enter my room.' It read. Alastor wanted to chuckle at the little message, but stopped himself.

He knocked on the door three times to be exact, he held his breath, waiting for a response. He had no idea why he was so nervous to speak to the demon, why did he care anyway? He never cared about demons usually, bearly ever noticed them, yet the mere thought of Angel made him want to blush. He stopped at a response from the other side. He heard a bang and then Angel shout a swear, as if he had crashed into something,
"What the fuck do you want..." It was a low grumble, Angel was almost slurring as he said it. Alastor tried to turn the doorknob, it was locked,
"Hello Angel! May I come in? I would just like to have a chat." Alastor said in the most cheerful voice he could muster, this was met with silence.

After a moment Alastor heard Angel sniffing, followed by the door unlocking and creaking open,
"Why? The fuck are you playing at radio boy?" Alastor could only see half of his face through the small crack, Angel seemed extremely suspicious of what Alastor was up to.
"I... Just want to talk." Alastor said gently, pushing softly against the door, politely asking to be let in, Angel sighed and waited for a moment, expecting some sort of joke, but there was nothing.
"Uhm... Okay." He said, hesitantly opening the door, Alastor stepped in and sat down on Angels bed, gesturing that he two sit next to him.

Angel looked out at the empty hallway, before shutting the door behind him. Alastor's nose was filled with the stench of alcohol as he entered the room, Angel had definitely had a few drinks, but he wasn't drunk, possibly tipsy at the most. Angel looked slightly uncomfortable, he used his lower set of arms to hug himself as he sat beside Alastor, confused,
"So uh, what did ya want to talk about?" Angel asked, looking down and away from Alastor. Alastor grinned,
"Not much important stuff, I just would like to get to know you." Angel blushed softly, why the hell would Alastor want to get to know him? The fuck was this dude playing at.

Alastor blushed as well hearing what he had said,
"Okay, but... Why?" Angel was really skeptical, what was this demon playing at? He just could not figure him out. Alastor took a deep breath, for some reason the room just got much hotter when he started speaking,
"Well, uhh... Darling. I think you are quite the dapper fellow! I think you would be an interesting demon to make familiar acquaintances with!" He blushed even harder, what was he saying? Angel chuckled softly, if he got it tight in his head, the radio demon wanted to genuinely learn some shit about hell's biggest porn star.

Angel shrugged, whatever his intentions were, he seemed honest. Alastor was now compensating his own actions and why he was doing them, he had no real reason other than he wanted to get closer to him, but why? He couldn't, NO. He'd never, he's never- why would he with another man anyway... He couldn't be crushing on the other demon?! No! No there was no possible way, but what if...

He snapped out of his trance, Angel gave him a confused look,
"You good bud? What's yer question?" Alastor froze, he hadn't a clue of what he was going to ask,
"Erm... What your favourite colour?" He blurted out, he realised how stupid the question was as he said it? His favourite colour?!

Angel sniggered at the question, what kind of question was that? He laughed softly and responded,
"My favourite colours baby pink babe~" Angel said, Alastor nodded,
"I love dark crimson!" He replied, the two both chuckled and continued asking eachother small dumb questions, laughing.

This very first question turned into a huge talk, exploring every area of eachother's personalities, dumb parts, weird parts, damn creepy parts, they were literally talking about the first things that came to their minds. The best part is that they were just having fun with it! Neither would take anything from it, despite just simply getting to know eachother more. Neither had any sinister plans with this information, it was all just for funs sake.

The questions were getting slightly deeper though, questions about human lives, deeper aspects of eachother, dark parts which were never really shown on the surface. For some reason both demons just felt comfortable talking about it, they would just spill. They didn't judge eachother, they both lived, made mistakes, gone through some crazy shit, why bring eachother down about it?

They nudged closer to eachother, they didn't even realize that as they spoke, their hands were on top one another, they just focused on eachother, listened to eachother carefully, didn't make fun of their beliefs or thoughts, just enjoying eachother's company.