Angel was beyond angry. But also giddy. Tired and emotionally drained. He packed his bag, ruffling through his closet and drawers. Tring to find all he needed for this trip. He hated the idea that Alastor was now coming. The radio man hanging around meant he couldn't go wild like he wanted. Skinny dipping and orgy's in the water were now off limits. With him watching. Before all this bull shit he wouldn't have cared. But having your crush see you run off with other guys felt kind of icky to Angel. It was weird given he was use to open relationships. It just didn't feel right to have Alastor know he was fucking someone.
He was also happy he was coming. He could see Alastor in a bathing suit. Even if it was an old Victorian like suit it still be heart stopping. He'd be able to swim with him and play water games. He'd get to cook for Alastor. He was good at it to. Al though there's a chance Alastor convinced the princess it was a bad idea. Pulling every line out of the manipulator hand book to avoid the situation. Its not like she'd force him. He might even just leave with Angel only to disappear for a few days and walk through the door with him to make it seem like they spent time together. He opened his bag stuffing it with his cloths and his swim suit. He had a lot of swim suits to choose from. It was hard to pick the right one. But he thinks he got it.
The other thing was. He didn't ask permission to go. He was just going. He could feel his insides shaking. The ghost sensation of the blade carving into him played over his body. He'd be in so much shit. Especially if Valentino ever found out he was going away with Alastor. He'd get beat worse for sure. Maybe even killed as a warning. Only to wake back up hand cuffed to Valentino's bed. He shook his head. He couldn't think about that. That was a later him problem. A different him situation. Angel took in a deep breath. Moving to get ready.
Throwing himself in the shower. He wanted to be clean before he went. Remove that fresh pussy stank off him. He was quick, hurrying out in his towel to finish packing. He was always bad with planning. What did he need. Tooth brush, compacted drying dust. Ah drying dust to apply to his fur now. Putting a sweet cookie scent in his fur. Make up. Make up for his face. He reapplied his eye liner, patting his face to hide the bruises around him. The hardest part was around his eye. It was so tender. He compiled a carry on of all the make up he would need. Once done he tossed on a pink button up, leaving it open to show off the top of his chest. He threw on his pink jean shorts with the hearts on them. Sticking his phone in the pocket instead of in his chest fluff.
He was as ready as he could ever be. Looking at his phone and the time he snarled. It was well past noon. Darn he wanted to leave pentagram city so much sooner then this. He tossed his head back and groaned. Texting the mini group chat that had been made for this trip.
'once again my make up took to long. I'm just now heading out'
A message came in quickly from Carla.
'Isn't your makeup like two steps. why does it take you so long grandma'
He rolled his eyes at her then picked up his back pack. He turned to his little hell pig. Leaning down to pet him. "Ok mama's goin, yuh be nice ta uncle Husky ok. It is not appropriate to eat a mans shoes" Angel partly scolded. He kissed his little pig then threw his bag on his back. Grabbing a hand bag off the ground. Full of his beach supplies. He strolled out of his room. Rummaging around in his bag for his keys he kept inside. He trailed through the hotel with his sandal pumps on. Giving him a slight height boost. Not that he needed it.
He looked over at his phone to see the others going wild. Dexter booing him as Cherri spammed the chat with warnings she was awake and questions. Asking what was going on. Carla complaining about the man not being ready. He messaged back.
'Bitches are you even ready. Like if I honked my horn right now would you be ready'
He dissed. He power walked by the parlor as he texted. Getting startled by the sound of a radio station turning on.
