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So its been a few days since twizzler gave me his recipe and extra bowl of food, and within those few days I've made it a personal mission of mine to sniff out every bit of Jambalaya in the hotel, before proceeding to stash it in my room's refrigerator.
Shut up. I'm not a hoarder.
Okay maybe just a bit BUT IT DOESNT MATTER-
He hasn't caught on yet, and I've been doing my best to avoid him so I don't have to explain myself. The strawberry pimp has been trying to start conversation constantly everytime I see him, which has only drug (Dragged?)
(Drugged?.......wait-) back my mission more.
No one's gonna know.
How could they know?
They're not gonna know.
No one will know-
"-(Y/n)?"
OH FUCK HOW'D HE KNOW!?!?!
I about jumped out of my pelt at the voice.
I jumped, the familiarized voice shooting shivers up my spine, and warning signals to my brain.
Shit!
"Wasssuuuup, Alastor! W-what's poppin'?" I cringed. Good job,
(Y/n)........E+ for effort. I sweatdropped with a nervous laugh as I slowly turned around. God I'm so cringe.
(Author note: I regret life.)
"(Y/n), darling" Alastor repeated, his facial expression never once changing, the smile almost increasing, I couldn't help but wonder-
"you know I can't understand your....lingo, as I've heard newcomers from above say....speaking of things they say, did you know about these...." he hesitated, "witchy trends?" My nerves diminished apon hearing his question, and my shoulders relaxed as I stood up straight from my hunched position. Maybe I could get out of this.
"....witchy....? The fuck are ya talkin' about?" I tilted my head, my ears following the motion. He only watched my reactions curiously.
He coughed into his fist, "AhEm. From what Angel has told me, the mortals do ritualistic dances, and conspire together against their governments, while others make...an explicit spectacle of their bodies. Angel called them thirst traps. Although I don't know why considering there are no beverages or snares to capture prey...like...deer." He licked his canines, momentarily forgetting i was there as he zoned out, staring at the wall for a couple moments. He shook his head and quickly continued. "You can watch it all happen from the other side of the mini picture show instead of doing it yourself, and its on this odd thing called an....app-?..yes, I'm quite sure that was the correct pronunciation."
....Oh my fucking Lucifer.
Is he talking about Hex Tex-?
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