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As we walked down the trash filled sidewalk, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Alastor was just watching me curiously, observing. He does that a lot.

For the most part, I ignored him. The hellhound part of my mentality wanting to snarl or act aggressively, but I refrained. Instead, I settled for uncomfortably darting my eyes around the area, trying to keep myself distracted. I was glad for the glasses that covered my eyes because otherwise I would have been extremely easy to read.

....Is that a body in a dumpster? Can't say I'm surprised.

I wonder how many demons find it odd that the infamous radio demon is following around a hellhound. Our kind isn't exactly popular.

Okay seriously, is dumpster guy okay? I think they just twitched.

I wonder if Hell's Kitchen has (f/food) in stock...

My eyes darted over, but his gaze hadn't wavered, and he seemed to have gotten comfortable as he walked confidently along the walkway. How he wasn't stumbling over pieces of rubble and trash without looking down or away was beyond my comprehension.

"So..." I started chuckling, distracted by his ears perking. "You wanted to get to know each other better..." I trailed off and waited patiently.

He went to respond, but hesitated. Holy shit. The Radio Demon, hesitated. He hardly ever did that unless it was of a concern. And I mean a major concern.

(Author note: Got me shaking in my baby seal leather boots)

"...yes..Charlie mentioned to me that a good way to get to know someone is to play a type of game...I think she called it twenty guesses? Twenty questions?" That's what he was anxious about? Is he sick? Can a sinner even get sick?

"Twenty questions," I agreed, "And yeah, its not exactly a bad idea..."

That seemed to put him in a better mood as he swung his staff back and forth before tossing it in the air in front of him and catching it. As he spoke, the radio static voice sounded delighted, "Wonderful! So, how does this game work? You seem familiar with it, so I hope you won't mind enlightening me."

"Uh alright, well to start off, one of us asks a question. The other person then answers the question truthfully so the first person learns something new about them. Personal questions aren't aloud unless both people agree on it. And vice versa."

"Interesting. So its like an intense interrogation, minus the threatened use of torture. Very well then, darlings first." I chuckled lightly, having grown accustomed to his way of understanding. Nonetheless I sweatdropped.

"Alright, so I'll start simple. Favorite color?"

"Blood."

" 'xcuse me?"

"Carry on."

Dropping that topic, because I was honestly too tired and too freaked out to bother, I looked over at him. "Actually, now you ask a question. Try not ta ask the same thing I did." He looked up thoughtfully, humming to himself as he twirled the staff.