Rose To Open Up //RadioRose

Rose To Open Up

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It had all started with a casual meeting. It was a regular busy afternoon when the Radio Demon, as usual, had made himself present on Rosie's abode and, with his charming smile that forecasted joy and entertainment, he had proposed a cozy talk accompanied by either tea or coffee. Rosie had been more than pleasant to accept and had carried Alastor to a private room, sheltered from the voices of the customers of the cannibal colony, to enjoy their time together. The only unusual thing about her friend being his recurrent use of specific words.

Rosie had seen enough of Hell and the deer demon himself to cognize that Alastor had already planned this topic of discussion in advance, even if his words were mostly spontaneous. However, despite the dame itched to know his ulterior motives- if there were any at all- she politely waited for Alastor to get to the point and allowed the conversation to be led by her lively friend.

Meanwhile, Alastor could feel his lanky body beginning to transpire and had to suppress several times the urge to pick on his shirt collar and loosen his black ribbon. Nonetheless, he managed to guide the conversation where he wished to, but felt like the words stuck in his mouth as it reached the crucial point. He drank from his coffee mug once again, buying himself some precious time. Finally, with the bitter aftertaste of the black coffee on his mouth, he gathered the courage to voice his thoughts, an idea that not even Rosie, an Overlord he had known for over half a century, could have expected from him.

"Could we try this ludicrous thing of sex?"

As these words left his lips, a burning spark ignited his skin fierce enough to match the Pits of Hell. Alastor had panicked the exact moment Rosie had let her jaw fall and her black eye socked widen, and he had tried to excuse himself for his scandalous behavior, hurrying to leave the place with sweat on his front.

"Wait".

She had uttered, her hand grasping Alastor's arm as he got up from the armchair of dubious fabric and adornments.

Alastor turned to face her, his smile exuding embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry, believe me. I know I did something out of bounds. Rosie, please-"

Was that fear in the Radio Demon's crimson eyes? No, but Rosie could tell how, for once in his afterlife, Alastor was feeling guilty of having done something wrong.

"No, darling, don't apologize..."

"Ah, right, actions speak more than words, well-"

Rosie interrupted him again and made him sit down, while scolding his improper manners. Once she managed to make Alastor sit still, she softened her expression.

"Don't worry, Alastor, I'm not mad, just... surprised. I think you can imagine why".

Alastor nodded, not daring to interrupt her.

"Your proposal...It's interesting. I think we could discuss this further, give it a thought".

"No. Of course not".

Now it was him who refused his own idea.

Rosie sighed, feeling somewhat relieved to find a familiar side of his friend back on the surface, yet the unease and worry was still lingering in her mind.

"Now, now, Alastor, don't run away from something before you get your answer".

"No, that's the answer, no."

Alastor wobbled in his seat, repressing his urge to stand up.

"Why did you want to try this, dear? You have never been one to find this type of carnal pleasures endearing"