RadioDust Week 2020

Dancing/Cooking

"Ugh," Angelgroaned pushing his eye mask off his eyes. "Morning Al," hesmiled and stroked his his white and pink fingers through the redhair. Alastor groaned the sound of static changing like a radioslowly coming into tune.

"Darling," hegroaned and Angel chuckled.

"I know babe,but we've got to get up." He stood and stretched, his night shirtriding up to his stomach before standing, tugging his shirt down butit still exposed more of his pink panties than it covered. Alastoronly answered with a groan and shoved his head under the pillowcausing Angel Dust to laugh. "Okay babe, how about this, I'll godown and make the hotel breakfast, and you can sleep till then?"Alastor's voice came through something similar to an agreement and sohe went to quickly pull on some black shorts before headingdownstairs.

Everyone was stillasleep so far, all except for Niffty who was sitting in the parlorsewing a bit. "Hey there Niffty, what are you doing out here?"Angel asked and she looked up and grinned.

"Hi Mr. AngelDust! The light was so nice I decided to sit out with some naturallight and didn't want to carry my sewing machine out here, but whatare you doing up so early?" She asked excitedly and Angel scratchedhis face.

"Well I figuredI'd make everyone some breakfast." He didn't get to say anythingbefore she was jumping up excitedly.

"Breakfast! Ooh!What are you going to make?!" She was so excited and though Angelwasn't one to make breakfast, or really any meal, often it wasn'tworth so much excitement and energy. But this was Niffty.

"Yeah, so justbe ready for some grub later." Angel ignored her excited squealingthat seemed to slip to Japanese. He continued onto the kitchen wherehe took some time to get accustomed to the kitchen before he pulledout the needed ingredients.

Salmon, oysters,calas and grits with cheese. Angel Dust sighed longingly at thethought of beginets but he could not come near how Alastor made themand he wanted this to be perfect. So he instead focused on the coffeeand juice.

"Mmm...somethingsmells good." Angel turned and saw Charlie, already dressed in herblack pants and red jacket, her curly hair brushed and she alreadylooked like her perky self.

"Morning, toots,breakfast will be ready in like twenty minutes or something." Angelwas pretty much done, the fish was seasoned and ready for the oven,the oysters he would fire grill and the grits and calas...yep. But hehad four hands where most only had two, and he could always bring outhis last pair if need be.

It had taken him along time to get used to doing several things at once, even if he hadthe ability thanks to his extra limbs, knowing how to focus them isthe problem. But thanks to Cherri Bomb he had learned.

"Sounds good,thanks for making breakfast Angel, I'll get everyone." Angel didn'tacknowledge her other than a grunt. Angel began singing Ninna Nannaunder his breath, the lullaby that his mother had once sang to Mollyand him, and sometimes his older brother would even join in. That wasbefore though.

"Darling?"Angel looked behind him to see Alastor who was already wearing hissuit and his wide grin. Angel was still holding a pair of tongs thathe was using to flip the oysters, stirring the grits with two others.

"Ah Al, dinnerwill be ready in a few minutes babe." Alastor didn't answer him,merely tipping his head back and taking a few more scents in.

"Grits...oysters...fish...dearestone, are you...?" Angel had glanced back to him before turning backto what he was doing.

"Figured you'dwant a taste of home babe," when Alastor didn't reply, didn't makea single sound, not even the static. Maybe he had messed up? "Was Iwrong?"

"No, no darling,I'm just shocked at your care."

"Three monthsand you're surprised that I'd make you breakfast?" It was so muchmore than that, making Alastor the exact breakfast that he loved somuch from his life, how important breakfast was. These were notingredients that were commonly available in hell, who knows how longhis darling had been working for this?

"This is quiet aspecial breakfast? What's the occasion?" Angel smirked and glancedback over to Alastor.

"It's been ayear."

"A year?" Hetilted his head, confused what had happened a year ago. They had onlybeen together three months, they had started growing closer ninemonths ago, become friends about fourteen months ago and had knowneach other nearly two years. So what, then, was Angel Dust talkingabout?

"Since youlooked at me more than just an annoyance."

"Oh Angel..."

This is my first Hazbin Hotel story,I've never done a week thing before because when I find out they'realways done. I hope you guys like this and enjoy the stories.