OLD LOVE AND HATE.

Chapter 10: Back as before

2:00 o'clock a.m

Devil's P.O.V.

This week it has been very tiring.
It's could also be the lack of enthusiasm and energy that i used to have before... them cups duo. I despise them soo much..

As I get up slowly from my dark red 'n gold-ish coated throne, i stretch, as i can feel myself a bit cracking and blocked.
Must be the hours i've been there. Must be my age. Them both are fair enough.

I scroll my shoulders.

I guess i should check the time, i feel hell-a energetic tonight, plus the fight between my childish-hands-men gave me something new to "care of". Thought it's been a strange reaction by Dice's behalf, it's been interesting and amusing to see someone fight for their pride. heh. How i love Narcissistic and egotistical men. So full of themselves i might say.

I take myself out of my office. It felt like millennia, maybe Dice was right, i've been too much out of reach and too much focused on doin' nothing, but think.

Well, i cannot care less 'bout that.

I go around "exploring" the casino in case some low-life people that i'm forced to call "costumers" are still inside or if someone has snuck in. luckily no one was there unless for the cigar-boy who was snoring on the bar's seat. Drunk asshole.

Wished that somehow i'd remember why i were sleeping and crying in my office.
Only thing that i recall was that Dice entered and..? and idk.. shoot me? Kicked me? Don't remember.  I said while going around with my big cigar in my hand and puffing every 10 seconds, 12 to be exact.

Maybe i should? Ask him?
Hell nah, plus he is already angered and all. What did Valentino do to make him so upset? OH DEAR ME I'M ASKING TOO MUCH QUESTIONS. I said while opening my eyes in concern, since i am not used to think THIS much by my own in the middle of the night. Anyway. What time is it? I checked the big clock at the reception area. Surprised i see the time 2:39 a.m.
- Damned me, already this late? - I silently mumbled. It's remarkably late. Maybe i should just, clear my mind with some good stuff. I snapped my fingers to make appear my Black-Death alcohol bottle.

- How much i wish to get drunk so easily just like you Mr.Sigarette-boy. Immortality would be wayyyyy easier - I said while looking at the sleeping body of Mr.Wheezy resting.

3rd person
5:00 o'clock a.m

The alarm of Dice's clock went off. It is time to get up and get ready. The sun was rising upon the casino by that time. Dice with a slow movement with his hand, reaches the alarm clock and turns it off.
-Oh for me Satan sake.- He said with a sleepy tone while grunting hoping to just sleep more.

The second alarm went off and Dice, with a quick movement, sat down and turned off the loud sound. - Ok. ok. I understood, no need for a second alarm. - He said annoyed and tired.
With ease and charm the Die got ready in less then 5 minutes and started, very carefully, to put his make-up on.

The make-up was only a formality that he liked to do, his die was already flawless so there wasn't a need. But he fancy the purple shade upon his eyes and the red cheeks to valorise the devilish smile he has.
He looks at himself up at the mirror, fixing his purple bow tie , which was a different shade of purple than his tailcoat.
- Perfect as always - Dice said glamorously at himself.

"I hope that he forgot about yesterday" King Dice thought as his smile was not-so-brilliant anymore.

The Manager goes downstairs to the main lobby, where everyone's awaits him, and as usual he starts giving orders.

As he finished he was stopped by Pirouletta - Boss, 'bout the thing you told me yesterday, how'd it went? - she asks.
Dice, dumbfounded, because he completely forgot about that, just answers with something that he usually is pretty good to do. A lie.
- Perfectly fine Pirou' , I know your advice was splendid, splendid? No, i mean Magnificent! - He exclaimed.
- But as for now, you might wanna start workin'. Ya know the rules m'dear -
Pirouletta, pleased to hear the news, nods and goes doing her chores.

"Holy me satan. I forgot about that, I was supposed to stay a bit more with the Devil not make him angry with some ol'jake *"

* "jake" in the 20s meant being a bastard/scrotum

"Well i hope that it was just something wrong in me head, 'cause how can The King of Hell-ground considerate someone like me" The die thought distraught. After all it was another day, which means the same routine.

The day passes without changes and problems, only that nobody of the two talked with each others. Not even once.
They may have done eye-contact when passing through the bar or the balcony inside the casino of the 1th floor. But nothing else. And none of them knew why there was such a tense situation between them. Probably just tiredness.

12:00 o'clock
unknown P.O.V

It's midnight, i'm tired, so tired. I'm trying my best to stay awake. They need me, and i cannot leave them. I can't.
I can't even move much.

Oh my dear grandchildren. If only you were with your parents.. if only they didn't get... killed by that monster.
I'm going to stay alive for you. Oh my little cups.

I love you so much.

And those were my last thoughts before entering the darkness, I am scared, I have left them alone all by themselves.
I hope that they find my letters where everything is explained. I wish you my best.
and for my last message that they will never read i write again.

For Cuphead and Mugman

Love Elder Kettle.