"Why, hello, everyone! This is Alastor, your Radio Demon, and I've come to once again join the fray that is my cohorts and future slav- err, friends! Ahaha! Do forgive my misstep! Anywho! So how's about it, friend? Who wishes to make a DEAL with the RADIO DEMON~?"
Despite this, the way this person speaks so quickly and jumps from one topic to the next implies someone very frightened and anxious. Someone... mentally weak. Not at all the cold, calculating demon you would expect from a creature of Hell. He maybe smiling, but his tone is that of someone on the verge of mentally collapsing.
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Boba only stared at the demon for about,, I'd say a solid minute, before speaking finally. " You look like you need serious therapy. " She said, completely ignoring the fact he was offering a deal. She was probably right about the Radio Demon needing therapy, poor guy went through a lot.
"Therapy is for weaklings!" he chirped, his antlers growing in size as he saw her. Almost as though he was starting to regard her as a threat. But just as quickly as this started, it reversed. "Ahaha! But where are your manners, little lady? Your name, please!"
The 17 year old only deadpanned at this, " Boba. Also, therapy isn't for weaklings. You look like you're about to have a mental breakdown. Trust me, I know how smiles can work their magic to fool others. " Jesusβ Well, actually no. Satanβ She rlly saw through the smile-
Also, off topic, but can we talk about how this gurl is legit 4'2 in height?? She is.. short. (γγ;)
"A-Ahahaha! Ahahaha! HAHAHA~! Surely you jest?!" Alastor seems to be slowly becoming more and more unhinged, one of his ears twitching. "Now, tiny goblin child, what is it you're doing in my presence, hm?"
" Here to say you need therapy. " She said. Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing. But this guy was unhinged for sure. B.B would get a laugh out of this demon for sure.
"I suggest you drop the uninvited topic. Before I begin to think you're conspiring with a certain group..." He means the angels, of course.
" The only group I really have is B.B. So, I guess you don't have to worry about that. " Her eyes narrowed, as her eyepatch came loose, falling down. Her left eye was.. strange, to say the least. Black color with a red pupil. There was a strange black liquid around the eye as well.
Now, who was this B.B she spoke of..?
"'B.B'?" Alastor's voice sounded somewhat bored asking about B.B., as he usually isn't one for 'friendliness'. But when he sees her eye, his expression shifts to something more... calculating. "Oh... what an interesting eye you have there~. Could it be that perhaps you're one of us...?"
" If you're talking about being a demon, no. But I'm not fully human either, if that sorta answers your question. " She paused, " My left eye gives him a way to see and gives him more advantage to take control if not covered for a long time. Thats what the eyepatch is for. " She explained, until a random voice spoke right behind Alastor, in his ear. " Helloooo~ " The voice whispered, a knife being placed right against Alastor's neck. That wasn't ominous at all. :D
Boba deadpanned, " Fucking hell.. " She whispered under her breath, he really had to do that..?
"Ahaha~! Not that your cute little weapon can truly do me any harm, but I'll humor you. What is it you wish from me?" Alastor asked in a smug tone. As always.
The voice groaned, the knife being pulled away from Alastor. B.B finally revealed himself, floating over to Boba. " Why do you always make friends with the weirdos? At least Tommy gives me an actual good response.. " He grumbled to Boba, " I will punt you. " Boba threatened B.B in response. Their relationship towards eachother was rather amusing.
B.B looked over at Alastor, smiling. " So.. Have a bad relationship with angels, huh? " How'd he.. Oh. Probably because Alastor is a demonβ
"And just what should I presume you know about the angels?" Alastor's voice is now one laced with suspicion and pushed further into delusion than before. He now suspects everyone of betrayal.
