Redemption, Or Something Like It

Chapter 1: Ingress & Sensibility

Writing Prompt: Puns / Jokes

Angel Dust is bad at respecting the basic functionality of closed doors.

Shenanigans ensue.

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The office door swung open and Angel Dust stomped in, looking about as cross as Charlie Morningstar had ever seen him.

The demoness jumped in her chair. "You do remember we talked about this, right?" she asked stiffly, stifling a wave of residual embarrassment that stemmed from the spider demon's habit of bounding into whichever room he deigned needed his presence.

At hearing her warning, the younger male paused in the doorway. "Is your Deer Daddy around?"

"Al's... working." she replied, setting her papers aside. "And keep your voice down, please."

Angel hands went to his mouth with a theatrical gasp. "Whaaat! You two? Wantin' to keep things on the DL! I never thought I'd see the day!"

"Close the damn door, please, before someone hears you!" Charlie sighed in exasperation, her pale face in her palms. "Again."

Angel did as she asked, stepping in and closing the door with his upper set of arms. His lower set rested behind his back. "You're actin' like it's my fault I caught ya messin' around in the garden," he sneered.

"Shush, you! It wasn't like that at all!" the apples of her cheeks were scarlet.

"Are ya kiddin' me?" Angel Dust cackled. "I saw your bra!"

Charlie's fists clinched, and she willed herself to stay calm. "You make it sound like we were outside!"

"You was outside!"

"We were in the shed. Behind closed doors! Completely away from everyone! We hadn't even told anyone where we were going!" Charlie pouted. "And what were you even doing out there? You'd never even set foot over there before!"

"I told ya before, I needed a smoke. And that was penalty-of-death honesty too. I know how crazy your boyfriend is."

"Al and I are partners. Business partners-"

"Frisky business," the spider demon sneered, gold tooth gleaming. "Real professionals, sure."

The princess flushed. If someone were to ask one of their co-workers what kind of relationship the Hotel's managers had, they would answer that it was physical, but in the just-beyond-platonic sort of way – they were a theatrical pair, quick to sing and dance; and perhaps steps would be a bit too close, and touches would linger longer than necessary.

If someone were to ask Angel Dust what kind of relationship the Hotel's managers had, he would respond that they were a pair of sex fiends that couldn't keep their hands off of each other. That their libido could rival his own. And despite the truth of things, he would have been fully justified to suggest that, from his experiences.

After all, he'd happened upon them not once, not twice, but a staggering five times in the last six months they'd been together.

She'd just barely managed to keep the Radio Demon from smiting him during the third interruption – when rather than slip quietly away he'd made the foolish, foolish decision to quip that the next time he found them, he was just going to join in on their fun.

"You had no right to make those comments this morning," Charlie snipped. "Of course we're together-"

"Boy, do I know that."

Her rose-colored eyes narrowed. "We just haven't decided on what exactly we're calling it. Boyfriend and girlfriend is what I called Seviathan and... Vaggie. What Al and I have is different."