"Oh c'mon Class, you KNOW you like him."
"No I don't!" Classy laughed at Angel's remark, grabbing another bottle of booze. "I barely know the guy! To be honest, he would even be a frenemy!"
"Whatever! Give me one good reason you 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 like him then." Angel smirked. "For one: I'm not gay, For two: Barely know him, For three: He barely knows me, For four: I absolutely 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀 it when he gets in my face, and For five: I'm a 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙍, okay? I don't 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 anymore." Classy stated.
"Oh. Okay, guess your right. " Angel sighed in defeat. Classy laughed victoriously, grabbing the money Angel owed.
𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮.....
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«Fᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: I ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ»
(ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ)
Alastor was sitting in a chair, simply watching the others, thinking more of his plan to entertain himself. He smiled even more, just imagining all of those poor sinners-
A knock at the door.
Alastor's ears perked. Another costumer?
Charlie went over happily, "I'll get ittt!" She opened the door, and her eyes widened, and she smiled even more, a gasp escaping her lips, "CLASSY?!?!" Alastor tilted his head at the name. 'Who?' He thought to himself. "Yeah kiddo, it's me. " The voice at the other side of the door laughed.
"Oh my- It's been so long!" Charlie squealed. "It has?" "Yeah! It's like- the year 2020 now!" Charlie smiled. "Oh jeez.... guess I'm old." The voice chuckled. Alastor went over to see who had the voice he was hearing, his curiosity peaked.
It was a cat demon, wearing a dark coat, black pants, and a top hat. Alastor wondered who this demon was to Charlie, and couldn't help but saying, "Charlie, who is this fine cat fellow at our door?" The cat's gaze shot up at Alastor, "And Charlie should I know this Raspberry or...?" "Oh!" Charlie squeaked. "Al, this is Classy, Classy, this is Alastor!" Charlie smiled, stepping back a bit.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Classy, I'm-" "Alastor. The kiddo already told me." Classy interrupted, clearly not about to shake Alastor's hand which he had put out. Alastor slowly got up to his formal height. Angel Dust then raced over, "Hey, for your information sugar Al is a 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 pimp, not a 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 pimp." "If he was a strawberry he would be a girl, and who in the hell are you?"
(Blah blah blah, interdiction stuff, the chapter has ended and there was 427 words)
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«×"There's no way we would love eachother." ×» (An Alastor X Oc story, read bio)
Fanfiction"Oh c'mon Class, you KNOW you like him." "No I don't!" Classy laughed at Angel's remark, grabbing another bottle of booze. "I barely know the guy! To be honest, he would even be a frenemy!" "Whatever! Give me one good reason you 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 like him...
