The Misadventures Of Alastor M And Angel Dust (RadioDust)

Faggots? Guns? Never Heard Of 'Em

I know it's not my best work, but forgive me, I'm groggy and ready for sleep😅😴

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It's finally Christmas eve! They plan on spending time with their loved ones on that day, which leaves Alastor to himself.

Charlie went to her parents' home, accompanied by Vaggie of course, Husk went used his day off as an opportunity to win some lotteries at a local casino, Nifty went to retire to wherever the hell she came from, and Angel went to his family's home.
Before the hotel, Alastor didn't care if he was alone. But the company of the hotel staff changed his views subliminally, and now, he dreads another lonely Christmas day.

He had asked Angel if he could spend the day with him instead, but Angel smiled sadly saying, "I'm really sorry, Al, but I don't think you understand. Most of my folks are close-minded and strict about the whole family-only rule."

Alastor sighs as he twirls his cane, a forgotten book on his lap and his cheek on his fist. He closes his eyes, trying to come up with more ways to cope with the boredom and loneliness. Everything he'd thought of so far didn't do anything.

"Silent night, holy night," he hums, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling, continuing to twirl his staff.

He keeps humming to himself softly, the loneliness and boredom getting to him. He sighs and sits up straight.

"I wonder how Angel is doing."

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"And here's the calamari," Angel's mom, Phenny, places the food down on the dining table, where, surrounding it, is an extended family of 15.

"Barb, this tastes delizioso," Henroin says, referring to his wife with her nickname.

"Not as delicious as my di-"

"Don't ye dare say 'nother word," Henroin glares at Angel, making the gay spider groan and slouch in his seat.

"You guys a' no fun," he grumbles and picks at his turkey with a fork.

"Ta be fair, boss, you' son does have a nice-"

"Lo giuro su Dio whoever sleeps with my son in this family will get 'is dick chopped off," Phenny threatens, pointing an accusatory knife across the room, making three guys stiffen in fear. Oh, and a girl.

Angel sneers in amusement and gets into a more comfortable position on his seat as Arackniss rolls his eyes. There's a clanking of utensil against utensil as silence fills the room, until a henchman of Henroin speaks out his thoughts.

"Hey boss, I heard there's a Mafia outside of town doin' better with their profit," he brings up, causing the guy across him, Henroin's younger brother, to laugh.

"A million a week, ya kiddin'? I would'a killed to get my hands on that!"

Henroin groans and cocks his gun from underneath his table napkin and aims it at the first guy who spoke.

"No one asked you-"

"Guns off the table please," Phenny gives her husband a stern but sweet glare, making him huff and put it away.

"Ya think I haven't heard? I's all ove' the news." He cuts his steak - "an' ya do kill fer money, asshat."

Angel just sits there and endures the boring business conversation, occasionally glancing at his siblings, who look equally as bored. He sighs and hangs his nape on the backrest, staring up at the ceiling.

"I wonder how Alastor is doin'."

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Alastor sneezes, and wipes his nose after.