Ad-Lib My Heart(Valastor)

♥️Chapter 16🦌

Vox sat on the navy sofa in his mansion. He sighed, it had been two weeks now since Val's little date with Alastor and moth's mind has completely been taken over by the red demon. He's watched as Valentino has read letters from Alastor, even seen him leave for "business" but him and Velvet knew it was to go see the radio demon at that laughingstock of a hotel. Speaking of Velvet....yeah he definitely got an earful of a phone call that night for leaving a bruise on her arm. Honestly he felt a little bad so he did apologize to her for it, but he didn't apologize for being angry. He was angry....or in her words he was salty. But who wouldn't be when your ex, friend, and ally is hooking up with your enemy? Groaning at the thought, he grabbed his remote. He hoped maybe some tv would get his mind off of it.

......It did not.....

After an hour of trying he got up with a huff escaping his lips. He needed away to break them apart. How? How would he get in between the two of them?

That's when it hit him....a twisted grin formed on his screen.

"Oh, this will be too easy," he spoke out loud to himself as he picked up his phone.
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"Al, did you really take my sentence that serious?! I ain't goin' on no fucking date....," Husk hissed out. Alastor was preparing dinner for the night, "Oh Husker come now, after everything, I do believe the poor arachnid deserves a pity date. Beside you did say you'd do it if Valentino and I went on another date. And tomorrow we are. So I'm holding you to it."

"Fuck...fine...," Husk groaned, "But it's just a pity date not a real one so I don't have to fucking treat him like a date."

The red demon hummed, "Sure you don't my friend. Though I do believe you will regret doing so. But whatever works for you works for me!"

"Ha! As if," the winged feline got up from his seat at the kitchen island. He needed another drink, the idea of taking Angel out on a date made him feel he was too sober. Walking to the bar he was greeted by the kinky spider to which he mentally cursed. He played himself with that line, though it's not his fault that Alastor took it so seriously. "Husky...? Ya okay," Angel asked him with a tiny bit of concern in his tone. The cat demon nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. What do you want?"

"I wanted ta give ya this," he held an envelope in the other's face.

Husk arched a thick plume brow, "The fuck is this?"

"A letter, remember when I asked ya what ya would do if I wrote ya one and ya responded with 'won't know until it happens.' Well here it is, it's happening baby~," he grinned a little at the last part of his sentence. The cat could only groan, "For the love of all that is un-fucking-holy why is everyone taking everything I say so literal?! And I said not to even try it! Don't you listen?!"

Angel rolled his eyes, "No, not listenin' is my best quality so much so that Val is on my ass all the time. Now c'mon babe, just read the letter."

"Ugh...give it here," Husk snatched the envelope before walking behind the bar. Angel leaned on the counter of it, watching as the alcoholic feline pulled a huge bottle whiskey off the shelf and necking it down. He slammed the bottle to the bar before he opened the letter. One thick red brow raised as he looked at the paper, "Angel...., this is just one line that says 'Baby to me you are purrrfect' and has a wonky face."

"Yeh.... So what whatcha think about it~," the arachnid purred a little.

"......I think you don't know what a love letter is," Husk answered crumbling it up before tossing it somewhere behind him. Angel shrugged, "Well I tried."

Husk rolled his orange irises, before sighing, "Hey...listen, are you free tomorrow?"

"Uh yeah...why?" Angel raised a brow.