Hm! [ he's not put out by the snap crackle pop of the rice krispies that make up alastor's neck, and he waves lazily with his free hand once all of the radio demon is facing him. ]
Charlie told me you're taking a sabbatical from the hotel work! Good for you!
[ he glances from alastor to the angel behind the counter and back to alastor again and tilts his head in a similar unnerving manner, though it's to the side and doesn't make any sound when he does it. ]
I couldn't help but overhear. They've kept you waiting an hour because they're "running behind" [ he makes literal finger quotes here ] while they're serving angels right away? Huh! Who would've thought Heaven would be full of assholes.
[ and look. he doesn't like alastor. he really, really doesn't like alastor. but he likes angels even less, especially when they treat people (and, he assumes, despite everything alastor is still a people) from hell worse for no reason!
he takes a couple of steps forward and raps on the counter with one hand until the angel, who had been chattering with their coworker, looks at him. ]
Hey! Hi! Nice day, right? Wow, never a bad day in Heaven! [ bright and cheery and chipper! ] Anyway, I can't help but notice you're sitting here on your holier-than-thou ass while my friend [ he almost breaks the facade just saying it. ] here is waiting, extremely patiently mind you, for his order. And you know, [ he leans in to whisper theatrically ] I've seen him kill angels and he's really good at it. Horrifying stuff! Could even give a holy being a nightmare for the first time!
[ he has not actually seen alastor kill angels, he showed up late to that party. this angel doesn't know that, though! he straightens and his expression darkens, gleeful and friendly smile dropping into something serious and sharp and a little vicious. ]
Honeybunch. You'll serve an angel, right?
[ he reaches up to flick his own halo dismissively. ]
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Charlie told me you're taking a sabbatical from the hotel work! Good for you!
[ he glances from alastor to the angel behind the counter and back to alastor again and tilts his head in a similar unnerving manner, though it's to the side and doesn't make any sound when he does it. ]
I couldn't help but overhear. They've kept you waiting an hour because they're "running behind" [ he makes literal finger quotes here ] while they're serving angels right away? Huh! Who would've thought Heaven would be full of assholes.
[ and look. he doesn't like alastor. he really, really doesn't like alastor. but he likes angels even less, especially when they treat people (and, he assumes, despite everything alastor is still a people) from hell worse for no reason!
he takes a couple of steps forward and raps on the counter with one hand until the angel, who had been chattering with their coworker, looks at him. ]
Hey! Hi! Nice day, right? Wow, never a bad day in Heaven! [ bright and cheery and chipper! ] Anyway, I can't help but notice you're sitting here on your holier-than-thou ass while my friend [ he almost breaks the facade just saying it. ] here is waiting, extremely patiently mind you, for his order. And you know, [ he leans in to whisper theatrically ] I've seen him kill angels and he's really good at it. Horrifying stuff! Could even give a holy being a nightmare for the first time!
[ he has not actually seen alastor kill angels, he showed up late to that party. this angel doesn't know that, though! he straightens and his expression darkens, gleeful and friendly smile dropping into something serious and sharp and a little vicious. ]
Honeybunch. You'll serve an angel, right?
[ he reaches up to flick his own halo dismissively. ]
Go get the order.
[ well, they definitely go into the back! ]