Ad-Lib My Heart(Valastor)

♥️Chapter 8🦌

A few days had past since Angel's sudden questioning happened, the hotel has been quite...odd. Husk and the said spider were often chattering away, glancing at him every once in a while as they whispered. The red buck huffed as he looked himself over in the mirror of his deep red vanity, "What are they going on about all the time?" It was driving him crazy not knowing. Husker clearly wasn't going to tell him not matter how much he pestered him, due to him saying it was "payback" for getting him into things he wanted no part of. So, this only left Angel as a option to get answers from. He went out his room door, making his way to Angel's. He knocked three times and waited for answer. When he got nothing, he went into his shadow, sliding under the said door. Only to completely appear by the spider's beside. "Angel," he shook his shoulder, "Wake up."

"Mmm....five more minutes....," Angel mumbled, turning away from the deer demon.

How annoying....

Alastor shook him harder this time, "Angel wake up!"

The effeminate spider's eyes opened and he groaned, "What Smiles," he yawned, "It's early...."

"I want to ask you something," he stated as he spawned his microphone. Angel huffed, "Couldn't this have waited a lil' longa?"

"No."

"Ugh fine! What is it?!"

The spider was frustrated being woken up at the ass crack of dawn wasn't his favorite thing. "What are you and Husker keeping from me," he asked, his rust red eyes peering down at the arachnid. "Nothin'," was the the answer he reserved, which made him roll his eyes. "Nothing you say? Then why are you two suddenly whispering to each other and giving me glances," The red demon asked once more. Angel sighed, "Alastor ya seein' shit. Husky and I are just talkin' nothin' special."

Alastor internally cursed, the stupid spider wasn't going to be honest with him. He'd have to force it out. His eyes laid on Fat Nuggets who was cuddled up to Angel's left side. His shadow appeared and grabbed the piglet harshly by his tail. Causing him to squeal. "Nuggs!," Angel tried to grab him but Alastor blocked him, "Tell me the truth or your little pig become breakfast."

"Alastor please we weren't talkin' anything' bad 'bout ya!"

The pale pink spider was panicking. Good. "Oh so you two were talking about me," as Alastor said that his shadow moved slightly causing Fat Nuggets' to have his tail pulled again, making the poor thing squeal louder. "YES! Yes we were! Please don't hurt him," now he was sensing desperation in Angel's voice. Right where he wanted him. "About?"

"What?"

"Why whatever is the reason you two talking about me for?"

"We were-" the sudden busting open of the spider's door caught the two demon off guard. It was the drunken feline, who looked like he was suffering from a hangover, "What the fuck is going on in here! I can hear that damn pig's cries all the way to the damn bar!"

Alastor was quick to put the pig back onto the bed, "Oh nothing my friend."

"Nothing my ass," Angel scooped the piglet up into his arms to protect him, "This prick just threatened ta eat my baby!"

"Can't say I'm fuckin' surprised," the cat groaned, "Alastor why are you messing with him this early?"

"No reason, just boredom," the red deer lied. "Lying asshole....," Angel mumbled under his breath. Al heard it though, so he made a shadow appear to throw some book at the spider's head. "Ow! Cazzo di cazzo!"

"Just leave him the hell alone Alastor," Husk huffed. He didn't want to hear anymore of this racket. Feeling somewhat satisfied, the red demon decided he'd listen to the feline, and happily walked out of the room past him.

Husk sighed in relief, going to turn around. "Hey Husky....," his ear's twitch to the sound of his name being called by the pale spider, he turns to face him, "Yeah?"

"Thanks....," Angel gave him a genuine smile. The winged cat turned back away, his cheeks being dusted by a light pink, "No need to thank me. I just didn't want to hear anymore of that noise with a damn hangover."

After saying that he shut the door and turned to walk back to the bar just to nearly jump ten feet in the air due to Alastor standing right there, "Fucking Christ Alastor!"

The red demon's grin widened, "Like playing hero for the spider do we?"

"Oh fuck off ya damn radio freak. And no! I don't, I just didn't want to hear any more loud noise," the cat growled in irritation. He began to walk away but Alastor was right on his heels. "You know Husker, I wouldn't have done anything if you would just tell me what you and Angel are carrying on about," the red deer like demon stated cheerfully.

"Fucking hell Al if you want to know so goddamn bad go fucking talk to Valentino or you can leave me alone and shut the hell up," Husk was frustrated, as Alastor kept pestering him about what it was. "Now why would I want to talk to him for," he raised brow at the other.

"You want your answers don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Then talk to that fuckin' rat and stop bothering me!"

Husk quickened his pace hoping if he did so Alastor would fall behind. And Alastor did just that. Most likely because he was in thought now.
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At around 8am, Valentino found himself in a small cafe. "So anything on your crush," Velvet plopped down across the moth overlord as she handed him his coffee. He sighed as he took the coffee from her, "Afraid not babydoll. Angel Cakes said when he started asking questions, Alastor got mad and told him I should go talk to him myself."

"Aw, well, maybe that's good! Could mean he's open to speaking with you!"

The doll demoness grinned happily, clasping her hands together. He smiled at her, "That is true, but he could be saying that as a plan to kill me."

Velvet shook her head a little, "C'mon Val, don't look at it that way. Ya know what! New plan starts now!"

He raised a brow, "And what's it gon be?"

"To get you and Allie on a date duh! Let's call it operation Deer Candy," she made a motion with her arms to put emphasis on the name. Valentino's smile turned devilish, "Oh I'm goin' to suck on that deer candy alright~"

The doll demoness groaned, "Vaaaalllll don't ruin it!"

He let out a boisterous laugh, "Haha I'm sorry babydoll, I can't help it. So anyway, how's this gon work? I don't have any other communication with him other than when he's broadcasting."

She went into thought, "Yeah know that's a good question....I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate you trying to communicate through that, so it maybe better to do it the old fashioned way."

"As in a letter," the pimp took a drink of his coffee.

She nodded, "Yeah! A letter! You could do a sweet letter and tell him when you'd like him to be ready and stuff!"

He chuckled at her excitement, "Then I suppose a letter it is."

Though, Valentino would be lying if he said he wasn't excited, himself. Despite the fact he hasn't wrote a letter in quite some time...

He just hoped this would work.