These confounded things, phones. Alastor glared at the black uncased device he held. A slave to the sms system it provided simply so he could be guided on subtle misshapes to put on the king. Alright it was pranks. And perhaps a chance to continue talking with Angel while he was away. Alastor was usually patient with interactions. But with Angel it was so much different. Was it because of his infatuation with the man. He needed to feed a craving he had developed for the mans attention.
Even now he was conversing with him through this fickle device. Standing in the hall as he waited. Glancing around the corner, close to where lucifers office was. It's not like he couldn't be on this side of the hotel. He just found it more of a nuisance then enjoyment. As did the king with Alastor's side of the hotel. He looked over at the plastic wrap on the door. Monitoring it so Niffty didn't clean it up by accident.
As expected the little man came out of the room. Heading for the door all smiles. Right how ws he suppose to do this, hold up the camera and tap the little square. He did so, holding it up to show the hall on the screen. He could hardly see Lucifer on the device despite seeing him just fine with the his own eyes. What was wrong with this thing. Would Angel even know what was happening. This was ridiculous and redundant. Nothing could compare to seeing something first hand. But he indulged. Despite his principles.
Lucifer twirled his cane as eh whistled. His head getting knocked back when he walked through the door. Causing him to fall down and hiss. He kicked the door frame as he tried to get back up. Cursing. He jumped back from the door. Looking the whole thing over. He reached out a hand to tap the space like it was glass. He found the plastic and gripped it. Baring his teeth in fury as he ripped it off and screamed.
"ALASTOR." Said demon pulled out of sight. Moving to walk away. He opened the settings and apps on the phone figuring out how to send the video. It was a little tricky at first but he was starting to get it. Sending the video under Angel's message of 'ttyl.' He despised how he was learning text lingo. It was useless knowledge with no benefit. Other then understand some of the things Angel said.
Time for another prank. The reaction of the last was reward enough. A good distraction to fill his days as he waited around for the spider to come back. He still wasn't sure what should occur when the man came back. Despite conversing with him, it still left Alastor wondering. Thinking. Analyzing. Despite his infliction that now plagued him. There wasn't a thing to do. He loved Angel, the very thought almost frightening. Anxiety inducing as the spider did not feel a single affection for him. He stated so many times.
How he didn't like Alastor's company. How he wished he could be around anyone else. Missing the way they use to fight. How they use to avoid one another. He didn't like kissing Alastor. It always made him upset. Angel didn't like looking at him either. Maybe he was ugly to Angel. Ugly vs pretty were things he never thought about till now. What did he look like to others. He didn't have an opinion on his appearance. He liked the straight hair so he did it every morning. He liked the red tones, Even if he couldn't see it in his demonic form.
But how did he appear to Angel. Appealing, he might since the man makes it apparent he wants to fornicate. Then again he does that to everyone. It was time unfortunately for a definition. What was a nymphomaniac. He wondered through the hotel. Coming into Charlies office. The walls lined with Encyclopedias and dictionaries of all kinds. From old world to new. The blond woman sat at her desk writing out lesson plans no doubt. Her head phones aiding in helping her block out the rest of the world.
She looked up when he entered. Her hand flying up to throw her headphones off. But he didn't really want to talk. Instead he smiled at her, nodding while he made his way to her shelf. She stood up to greet him.
