Request by MrSickBeats
Comment: Maybe Vaggie is angry and is yelling at Angel dust because he decided to go do some of his services. Because he's not supposed and Alastor comes to the rescue to defend him I suppose?
Vaggie was pissed. Anyone could tell. And she was taking out that anger on her favourite punching bag.
Angel Dust.
He sat there quietly, listening to her screams and curses. "YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR SERVICES!" she shrieked. "YOU KNOW YOU'RE MEANT TO STOP! THIS IS A REHABILITATION PROJECT!"
"Vaggie, dear," a voice said. Vaggie turned, glaring.
Alastor merely smiled. "You are frightening the guests, dear," he said calmly. "I do ask that you tone your voice down just a little bit."
Vaggie glowered. "Pompous, cheesy shit lord," she said.
"That I may be," Alastor said. "But I see not need to raise your voice over something so inconspicuous." He held his arm out for Angel, which he took. "Come along, dear. Let her cool down a bit."
The two left her behind and paced to the garden. "Thank you for saving me, Al," Angel said, turning to the taller male.
"A pleasure, my dear," Alastor said. "Besides, now you get to spend some time with me." He led Angel through the twisting rows of flowers, hand-in-hand.
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Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)
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