Alastor's Fading Static Hatred (Radiodust mpreg)

Chapter Thirty-One: A Little Bit Of Change

/Jeff's point of view\

I got ready for the blind date that Angel somehow set up really fast, putting on my skin-tight elbow-length gloves (to cover my inky black hands and forearms that look like I stuck my arms into an ink well) before my outfit. My outfit was semi-formal: a white button-up shirt, a black vest, a pair of black slacks, leather shoes, and a black blazer with a red chain tucked under my collar. My eyeshadow was more in the purples than normal (because RED), going for a more sunset effect instead of the intense "I wanna match my surroundings" thing I got going for me.

I think I look better than normal, although I am aware that my binder seems to be getting tighter the longer I keep it on, dear reader. But I wouldn't dream of not having a visibly flat chest when I go out for dinner with my blind date.

JEFF. Stop poking holes in the fourth wall.

I finished combing my hair when Heather walked into the room and did a double take.

"Whoa, Jeff, what's going on tonight that you need to look like that?" Heather asked, looking impressed with my ability to look less like trash(because I hadn't worn makeup since before Mass Extermination Day).

"I got a date. Angel set me up a blind date yesterday and I have to meet them in..." I checked my watch. "Fifteen minutes. At the front of the porn studio. Do you mind if I borrow your Convertible?"

Heather shook his head. "No, I don't mind, go ahead. Just...don't hurt her, I worked hard to get some of her parts replaced." Heather grinned, passing me a key. "Have fun, dumbass."

"Thanks, pretty boy!" I teased as I passed him, leaving a kiss on his cheek(we're family even though we ain't related by blood).

I drove down the streets to the studio, parking out front so I could text my date that I was here. A short "okay! i'll be right down!" replied to my text and a few minutes later, a person with round features and a beautiful face trotted out of the building on their two goat legs, holding a backpack to their chest as they approached the car.

"H-hi. Are you Jeff?" They asked. I nodded and they clambered into the car, putting the seat belt on.

"You must be Fae. Nice to meet you." I greeted them, holding out my hand for them to shake. They took it, their hand trembling.

Fae wore a loose red shirt that showed off their heavily tanned shoulders and could pass as a dress if I wasn't paying enough attention to it. I examined the sleeves of tattoos they had one their soft arms and the tattoo of a snake's head on their collar bone. A set of dog tags sat at mid chest on their body and a lot of earrings adorned their goats' ears. Their hair was black and stood up in curls on top with the rams horns sprouting from the shaved sides of their head. Finally, my eyes landed on their face.

Fae had beautiful grey eyes with black heart marks under them. They wore smokey black eye shadow with long falsies on and their eyebrows done perfectly. Their lips were plump and colored a nice shade of red.

As Cecil would say: "And I fell in love instantly." I kid you not, dear reader, he looked like what you regular humans would call an angel, however. He looked nothing like any of the angels I knew before the fall.

For fucks sake, do not make me come in there.

"You look beautiful. What are your pronouns?" I asked, starting the car and driving down the road.

"He and him." Fae replied, messing with his dog tags nervously.

"Same." I laughed. "I died in 1950 because my mom strangled me for being trans, how 'bout you?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"I died in 1973, in the Vietnam War." Fae replied, warming up to me a little because he put his backpack down. "I'm Vietnamese and American and was raised in Vietnam with a very English mother who couldn't figure out how to speak Vietnamese to save her life, what about you?"

"Hell if I even know, but I have some Irish, some Polish, some English, and a fuck ton of Russian because my mom was a pure bred Russian. I was raised in New York." I replied, quirking my eyebrow at him.

"Love that." Fae giggled, checking me out more. "What do you major in?"

"Oh, the arts. I'm a visual artist with an awesome singing voice that I don't like to use and a knack for cooking and growing things. I work at a bookshop and a boutique, depending on the day. You?" I asked. "I also write a lot."

"I major in medical care, mostly pregnancies and stuff about taking care of children and being a doctor is my main job, but on the side I'm a makeup artist and a writer." Fae replied, smiling at me with adoration.

"I have a pet lizard named Scarf and a succulent plant named Novocaine Tyrannus Willeatyou. What animals do you have?"

"No animals yet, but I want a cat, a snake, and a bird." Fae replied with a frown. "I need to move into a bigger house before I get any animals because my apartment complex won't allow any animals and I really can't afford to buy a new house."

"Do you have any plants?" I asked, leaning closer to him because we were at the longest red light on our way to the restaurant.

"Yeah, I have a few. I have a bamboo, a Venus flytrap, a box of sunflowers, a cactus, a blackberry bramble that I tamed, a strawberry plant, and an aloe vera plant. None of them are named except for the bamboo. The bamboo is named Curly Fries." Fae listed them off, ending with a chuckle.

I gawked at him for a moment as the light changed. "That wasn't a few plants. That was a whole fuckin' army." I drove foreword, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant we were going to and finding a spot. "And Curly Fries? Is your bamboo a curly bamboo?" I asked, genuinely confused and curious.

"Yeah. Do you wanna see a picture?" Fae asked. "He's my lock screen right now."

I nodded as I turned off the car and put the furby that Heather rewired to start screaming whenever someone approached the car on the dashboard.

"Here he is." Fae said, showing me a picture of an extremely curled-up bamboo that was naturally curled.

"I have to say that he's cute for a plant that isn't extremely tiny." I smiled at the picture. "Let's go get food. You're lucky to be with me if you haven't tried some of the food Wok's Passion's menu. Delicious food." I said doing the chef kiss that Al does whenever he's mocking Angel.