Welcome To The Library

Hello, this is a multi muse blog for my Hazbin Hotel OCs! Most asks are going to hopefully include drawings unless it's directed to the mod (Me, Stevie/Fizz)!

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Intro Post

This blog belongs to @bean-a-fizz!

(Rules are don't be mean to me or send graphic nsfw asks about my OCS, other than that do what you want! Shipping is free will except for a few/unless it goes against my character's sexualities! Baby Flipper and cannon is off limits to adult characters as she is a minor!)

Well, hello friends! I am your humble host, Fizz, and these here are my little creations!

Now, some of you may be rather familiar with them, so feel free to ask them anything you wish. Below is general information about my darling pieces of paper that I ink!

Angel Au: Whisp, Fetch, Dane, and Johnathan (all other OCS and characters in cannon can be asked in this Au but it is these characters centric)

Cannon: Raziel, Fetch, Whisp, Andi, Henny, Katty, Dane, Johnathan, Roxanne, Jane, Steph, Jackal, Trixie, Mr. Flame Etienne, Jamie, Ginny, Johnny and Spark. (Includes cannon characters)

Lost Signal: Fetch, Vox, Whisp (along with the other cannon characters and my ocs)

RadioScale: Fetch, Alastor, and all other characters including my OCS!

Human au/before death: Andrew Lyle (Andi), Henry Rio (Henny), Mick Carter (Fetch), Katie Rose (Katty), Jane BouDiere (Jane), Stephanie Wing (Steph), Don Doe (Whisp), Roxanne Kistone (Roxanne), Aimee Winch (Spark), Jackson Carter (Jackal), Mary Carter (Flipper), Trixie Carter, Johnny Carter, Joseph Etienne, Jamie Gate, Gin Raymond

My character's information

Jackal: He/it, bi

Whisp: They/it, bi and ace

Fetch: he/him, pan and aroace

Raziel: he/him, gay

Andi: he/any, gay and genderfluid

Katty: she/her, straight

Jane: she/it, butch lesbian

Steph: she/they, lesbian

Henny: he/they, bisexual and grey sexual

Dane (Fetch's mother): she/her, doesn't know what she is

Johnathan (Fetch's father): he/him, bi curious

Roxanne (old pal of Fetch): she/he, pan and bigender

Flipper (Fetch's sister): she/her, confused on what she is, leaning towards women

Trixie (Fetch + Roxxanne's kid): she/they, demi romantic and omnisexual

Johnny (Fetch + Roxxanne's other child): he/him, pan.

Mr. Flame Etienne: he/him, omnisexual (preference for men) + demi-romantic

Jamie: he/it/bee, aromantic

Ginny: she/he/they/any: genderfluid + poly + pansexual

Spark: she/her, lesbian

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Got bored and drew Mr. Flame Etienne on my phone

Silly French man

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Canon ships!

(sorry it's been so long, silly me forgot this blog existed!)

Mr. Flame Etienne x Whisp (Flame is slowly changing Whisp's ways, they're very cute! Ship name is BlazingBone)

Roxxanne x Fetch (FoxTrap)/ Fetch x Ginny in a queer platonic relationship (StagFin)

Jackal x Henny (WendiScar)

Jane x Steph’ (ButterflyMic)

Andi x Seth (not my oc, he belongs to @dont-lick-the-outlets!! Their ship name is Sandi))

Katty x Jamie (AnarchyDuo)

Raziel x Wade (again, not mine, belongs to @dont-lick-the-outlets!! Their ship name BlindWeep I believe)

And I'm pretty sure that's all of them :)! Anyways, yes, there's two more characters I need to add to the intro post *dramatic sigh* I'll return

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@cobweb-couture-co For Canon Jackal.

Harlan presents a drawing it made of Alastor to Jackal.

He takes the drawing with a grin, “So smart! This goes right with the others!”

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S3 Jackal drabble

(tw: mentions of stabbing, bleeding, kicking, threats, Jackal being evil?)

Jackal tossed Alastor to the ground, the Radio Demon making a deer screech as he was tossed. He clutched his bleeding chest—opened and the gash far worse than before.

“I have been waiting years for this, for Rosie to finally get rid of you and for you and her to get weak and dumb enough,” Jackal growled, walking to stomp on Alastor's stomach, “And now look at you, bleeding from so many places. How does it feel to be the one below someone? To feel how my dad did? Feel bad?” Jackal's eyes were on him, for once Jackal wasn't grinning as he stared at Alastor—his mouth into a snarl.

Alastor tried to move but the amount of injuries he had from those damned knives Jackal used made him just lie there, silent.

“I can't wait to make you pay for what you did. You and Rosie. I can't wait to be the one who took down not only the Radio Demon but the woman who made him as strong as he is,” Jackal growled, kicking Alastor again who groaned in pain and curled up.

“I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to destroy that SHITTY HOTEL you support! I'll ruin everything you once cared for and everything that belonged to you, I don't care if I die doing it. You will have nothing remaining of you!” Jackal snarled at him, grabbing the radio demon by his ears and slamming his head into the floor again as he stabbed his side with the angelic knife.

(tags: @dawn-of-fawn @terriblealastorart)

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For Canon Jackal!

Harlan tugs on the edge of Jackal’s shirt, hoping to get his attention as it wants to give him something.

If given a glance, it sticks it’s arms up high, presenting a piece of construction paper with a questionable color pencil drawling of Jackal.

It seems pleased with itself, chest puffed slightly up and fists clenched in anticipation of his reaction. Although it’s button ‘eyes’ don’t portray much, it seems heavily invested in his reaction.

[this is my way of testing if I wanna keep the ship kid I made if that is okay with 😭. Just delete this if you don’t wanna reply!!]

He took it, his grin softening, “Hmn? Oh, what a cute drawin' of me! Thanks, Harlan,” he patted it's head a few times to show his appreciation.

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Fizz. Fizz I am so sorry for how fucking horrifying this is going to be when I'm done. Sorry I didn't think you'd want an ASK on your main since it's with ur show stuff and I'm still on that posting break so, yes.

EHEHEHEH I LOVE I LOVE!!!! :3 HES SO GOOBERISH RAHHH

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Jackal and Henny interaction

“Henny~” a voice called for him before he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder from behind.

“Why, you haven't been following orders. I gave you freedom and all I asked was you do one FUCKING thing for me and you haven't?” Jackal pushed Henny to the floor, the smaller man whimpered in fear.

“I—I was working on it, I know I can still kill them both with the power I just—” Henny scrambled to explain before he was pulled up by a growing red chain.

“Excuses, excuses,” Jackal tsked, “I want them dead soon. He's already weakened after Adam and Vox, and she's lost him. If you don't kill them soon I'll rip you open and eat your heart while you're still begging me to spare you.”

“Y-yes sir,” Henny mumbled, a whimper when he was slammed back down.

“Good boy.”

@terriblealastorart and @dawn-of-fawn

Mandatory tags for Jackal

This is S3 Jackal btw :3

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A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

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“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

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Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

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“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

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“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

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“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

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He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

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Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

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He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

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“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

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“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

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Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

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“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

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“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

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“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

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“Aw, you don’t gotta go to all that trouble for little old me sweetie. Your company now and then is more than enough.”

There’s a crash from downstairs, Mutton’s head swivels the wrong way and tilts to the side.

“Well now, either someone is smashing up a window again or that man is back, don’t mind whatever’s going on though, I’ll be right back!”

Mutton readjusts her head, cracking her neck with her hands as she stands. She pats Jackals shoulder lightly as she leaves the kitchen.

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Jackal sat in the silence, kicking his legs slightly as he did so. When left alone as usual he gets...fidgety. He both loves and hates silence—more so he loves silence that comes when Alastor leaves him alone or when a rude customer leaves Rosie's shop.

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“I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!” Hazel rushed upstairs, ducking under the kitchen under the table in a flutter of wings and limbs.

A sewing mannequin flew through the open doorway to the apartment, thudding against the wall before hitting the floor.

What follows is a random dog inspired sinner (whom is notably trying to flee and not attack Jackal or Hazel) being dragged back down the stairs. He’s literally clinging to the steps like someone falling off a cliff.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID I WAS SORRY ABOUT HITTING THE SHORT ONE LADY LADY CHILL OUT-“

He’s dragged outta earshot, Hazel pops their head out, antennae flickering. Mildly anxious and over this shit, they slowly glance at Jackal....

“Well now! What an exciting turn of events, can you believe dinner came to me? I’ll get lazy if they keep spoiling me like this!” Mutton reclaims her seat, sipping her tea casually, not remarking on Hazel’s mortified expression.

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Jackal chuckled before looking at Hazel, cocking an eyebrow with a sharp grin before returning his gaze to Mutton, “It is nice when dinner comes to someone, I can't tell you the amount of times someone has come to Rosie's shop practically begging to become a good meal!” he sipped his tea.

He returned his gaze to Hazel curiously, “Hello! Are you alright? You seemed awfully shaken!”

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Hazel bristled, blinking unsurely at Jackal for a moment. Mutton can’t help but snicker behind her hand, looking away to try and avoid embarrassing the butterfly.

“...Oh...You’re new.” Hazel mumbled, mindlessly accepting a cup of tea that Mutton was already sliding across the table.

“You didn’t notice when he came in earlier?” She poked, kicking his foot lightly under the table.

“Give me a break, I was chugging my NECTAR in the broom closet where Boss wouldn’t see.” Hazel huffed, sipping his cup.

“...Yeah I’m okay, Mutton’s...Dinner...threw his coffee on me cause he was bein’ pissy about an order or something, gonna have sticky wings now...” Hazel pouts, slumping against the table.

“Oh it’s not that big a deal sweetie, Beau could get them clean for ya.” Mutton further teased the younger sinner, making Hazel’s antenna stand up.

“He’d pin me up like those other bugs of his!! Hell no!!”

“It was only a suggestion! He’s got plenty of butterflies anyway, do you like butterflies sweetie?” Mutton glances toward Jackal.

Hazel frowns.

“He better not, listen...freaking...other cannibal guy I do NOT taste good! I eat terribly and I’m brightly colored which could indicate that I’m poisonous so no snacking!!”

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“I find butterflies quite nice, actually! And I don't bite...usually,” Jackal chuckled, enjoying the energy of Hazel—it was very amusing to see the Sinner rambling to make sure he doesn't bite them, “And poison has never scared me off, it can't kill me unless it's angelic—I would be able to heal any internal damage quickly,” he added with a hum before sipping his tea again.

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“...I hate you” Hazel delivers that line completely blank faced, with the look of someone that doesn’t get much sleep and subsists off  Valentino’s flag ship energy drink.

Mutton bites her lip, palming her face in her hand as giggles fight to stay contained.

“If you laugh I will actually quit.”

“I- snrk-...goodness me.” Mutton puts her head down, muffled little giggles and sheep like ba’s leaving her hunched form.

Hazel takes great offense.

“I didn’t even do anything funny! You- woman quit laughing at me!!!”

“H-ha pft- how pft a haaaa-“

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Jackal seemed amused but didn't say anything as he finished his cup of tea, he fixed his glove as he slipped into deep thought. His mind filled with ideas for his project he'll have to work on when he gets done with this. His ears twitched slightly, first time he'd moved them around in awhile before he snapped out of his thoughts that were quickly stored away for later.

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“Throwing a party in my home, and I’m not even invited? How rude.” Beau leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen.

“Your emergency order is finished.” Beau glanced at Jackal, holding up Rosie’s formally mangled dress now in mint condition.

“Oh! That was fast!” Mutton raises a brow, tilting her head at Beau.

“You have somewhere to be Hon?”

“I’m closing us early today, for sleep reasons, I’d hate to ask all of you to leave but...”

OOC:

Reason I was slow to reply

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Jackal got up and took the dress from Beau gratefully, “Thank you very much!” he smiled, “And I should be out now anyways! I do have to make a few visits to some people. All of you have a lovely day, and I will stop by soon for dinner as promised Mutton dear!” he left quickly, teleporting off to return the dress where it belongs.

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A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

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“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

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Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

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“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

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“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

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“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

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He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

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Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

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He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

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“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

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“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

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Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

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“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

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“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Aw, you don’t gotta go to all that trouble for little old me sweetie. Your company now and then is more than enough.”

There’s a crash from downstairs, Mutton’s head swivels the wrong way and tilts to the side.

“Well now, either someone is smashing up a window again or that man is back, don’t mind whatever’s going on though, I’ll be right back!”

Mutton readjusts her head, cracking her neck with her hands as she stands. She pats Jackals shoulder lightly as she leaves the kitchen.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal sat in the silence, kicking his legs slightly as he did so. When left alone as usual he gets...fidgety. He both loves and hates silence—more so he loves silence that comes when Alastor leaves him alone or when a rude customer leaves Rosie's shop.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!” Hazel rushed upstairs, ducking under the kitchen under the table in a flutter of wings and limbs.

A sewing mannequin flew through the open doorway to the apartment, thudding against the wall before hitting the floor.

What follows is a random dog inspired sinner (whom is notably trying to flee and not attack Jackal or Hazel) being dragged back down the stairs. He’s literally clinging to the steps like someone falling off a cliff.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID I WAS SORRY ABOUT HITTING THE SHORT ONE LADY LADY CHILL OUT-“

He’s dragged outta earshot, Hazel pops their head out, antennae flickering. Mildly anxious and over this shit, they slowly glance at Jackal....

“Well now! What an exciting turn of events, can you believe dinner came to me? I’ll get lazy if they keep spoiling me like this!” Mutton reclaims her seat, sipping her tea casually, not remarking on Hazel’s mortified expression.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal chuckled before looking at Hazel, cocking an eyebrow with a sharp grin before returning his gaze to Mutton, “It is nice when dinner comes to someone, I can't tell you the amount of times someone has come to Rosie's shop practically begging to become a good meal!” he sipped his tea.

He returned his gaze to Hazel curiously, “Hello! Are you alright? You seemed awfully shaken!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Hazel bristled, blinking unsurely at Jackal for a moment. Mutton can’t help but snicker behind her hand, looking away to try and avoid embarrassing the butterfly.

“...Oh...You’re new.” Hazel mumbled, mindlessly accepting a cup of tea that Mutton was already sliding across the table.

“You didn’t notice when he came in earlier?” She poked, kicking his foot lightly under the table.

“Give me a break, I was chugging my NECTAR in the broom closet where Boss wouldn’t see.” Hazel huffed, sipping his cup.

“...Yeah I’m okay, Mutton’s...Dinner...threw his coffee on me cause he was bein’ pissy about an order or something, gonna have sticky wings now...” Hazel pouts, slumping against the table.

“Oh it’s not that big a deal sweetie, Beau could get them clean for ya.” Mutton further teased the younger sinner, making Hazel’s antenna stand up.

“He’d pin me up like those other bugs of his!! Hell no!!”

“It was only a suggestion! He’s got plenty of butterflies anyway, do you like butterflies sweetie?” Mutton glances toward Jackal.

Hazel frowns.

“He better not, listen...freaking...other cannibal guy I do NOT taste good! I eat terribly and I’m brightly colored which could indicate that I’m poisonous so no snacking!!”

[scripted-and-staged]

“I find butterflies quite nice, actually! And I don't bite...usually,” Jackal chuckled, enjoying the energy of Hazel—it was very amusing to see the Sinner rambling to make sure he doesn't bite them, “And poison has never scared me off, it can't kill me unless it's angelic—I would be able to heal any internal damage quickly,” he added with a hum before sipping his tea again.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...I hate you” Hazel delivers that line completely blank faced, with the look of someone that doesn’t get much sleep and subsists off  Valentino’s flag ship energy drink.

Mutton bites her lip, palming her face in her hand as giggles fight to stay contained.

“If you laugh I will actually quit.”

“I- snrk-...goodness me.” Mutton puts her head down, muffled little giggles and sheep like ba’s leaving her hunched form.

Hazel takes great offense.

“I didn’t even do anything funny! You- woman quit laughing at me!!!”

“H-ha pft- how pft a haaaa-“

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal seemed amused but didn't say anything as he finished his cup of tea, he fixed his glove as he slipped into deep thought. His mind filled with ideas for his project he'll have to work on when he gets done with this. His ears twitched slightly, first time he'd moved them around in awhile before he snapped out of his thoughts that were quickly stored away for later.

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

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“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

[cobweb-couture-co]

Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Aw, you don’t gotta go to all that trouble for little old me sweetie. Your company now and then is more than enough.”

There’s a crash from downstairs, Mutton’s head swivels the wrong way and tilts to the side.

“Well now, either someone is smashing up a window again or that man is back, don’t mind whatever’s going on though, I’ll be right back!”

Mutton readjusts her head, cracking her neck with her hands as she stands. She pats Jackals shoulder lightly as she leaves the kitchen.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal sat in the silence, kicking his legs slightly as he did so. When left alone as usual he gets...fidgety. He both loves and hates silence—more so he loves silence that comes when Alastor leaves him alone or when a rude customer leaves Rosie's shop.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!” Hazel rushed upstairs, ducking under the kitchen under the table in a flutter of wings and limbs.

A sewing mannequin flew through the open doorway to the apartment, thudding against the wall before hitting the floor.

What follows is a random dog inspired sinner (whom is notably trying to flee and not attack Jackal or Hazel) being dragged back down the stairs. He’s literally clinging to the steps like someone falling off a cliff.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID I WAS SORRY ABOUT HITTING THE SHORT ONE LADY LADY CHILL OUT-“

He’s dragged outta earshot, Hazel pops their head out, antennae flickering. Mildly anxious and over this shit, they slowly glance at Jackal....

“Well now! What an exciting turn of events, can you believe dinner came to me? I’ll get lazy if they keep spoiling me like this!” Mutton reclaims her seat, sipping her tea casually, not remarking on Hazel’s mortified expression.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal chuckled before looking at Hazel, cocking an eyebrow with a sharp grin before returning his gaze to Mutton, “It is nice when dinner comes to someone, I can't tell you the amount of times someone has come to Rosie's shop practically begging to become a good meal!” he sipped his tea.

He returned his gaze to Hazel curiously, “Hello! Are you alright? You seemed awfully shaken!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Hazel bristled, blinking unsurely at Jackal for a moment. Mutton can’t help but snicker behind her hand, looking away to try and avoid embarrassing the butterfly.

“...Oh...You’re new.” Hazel mumbled, mindlessly accepting a cup of tea that Mutton was already sliding across the table.

“You didn’t notice when he came in earlier?” She poked, kicking his foot lightly under the table.

“Give me a break, I was chugging my NECTAR in the broom closet where Boss wouldn’t see.” Hazel huffed, sipping his cup.

“...Yeah I’m okay, Mutton’s...Dinner...threw his coffee on me cause he was bein’ pissy about an order or something, gonna have sticky wings now...” Hazel pouts, slumping against the table.

“Oh it’s not that big a deal sweetie, Beau could get them clean for ya.” Mutton further teased the younger sinner, making Hazel’s antenna stand up.

“He’d pin me up like those other bugs of his!! Hell no!!”

“It was only a suggestion! He’s got plenty of butterflies anyway, do you like butterflies sweetie?” Mutton glances toward Jackal.

Hazel frowns.

“He better not, listen...freaking...other cannibal guy I do NOT taste good! I eat terribly and I’m brightly colored which could indicate that I’m poisonous so no snacking!!”

[scripted-and-staged]

“I find butterflies quite nice, actually! And I don't bite...usually,” Jackal chuckled, enjoying the energy of Hazel—it was very amusing to see the Sinner rambling to make sure he doesn't bite them, “And poison has never scared me off, it can't kill me unless it's angelic—I would be able to heal any internal damage quickly,” he added with a hum before sipping his tea again.

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

[@scripted-and-staged]

“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

[cobweb-couture-co]

Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Aw, you don’t gotta go to all that trouble for little old me sweetie. Your company now and then is more than enough.”

There’s a crash from downstairs, Mutton’s head swivels the wrong way and tilts to the side.

“Well now, either someone is smashing up a window again or that man is back, don’t mind whatever’s going on though, I’ll be right back!”

Mutton readjusts her head, cracking her neck with her hands as she stands. She pats Jackals shoulder lightly as she leaves the kitchen.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal sat in the silence, kicking his legs slightly as he did so. When left alone as usual he gets...fidgety. He both loves and hates silence—more so he loves silence that comes when Alastor leaves him alone or when a rude customer leaves Rosie's shop.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!” Hazel rushed upstairs, ducking under the kitchen under the table in a flutter of wings and limbs.

A sewing mannequin flew through the open doorway to the apartment, thudding against the wall before hitting the floor.

What follows is a random dog inspired sinner (whom is notably trying to flee and not attack Jackal or Hazel) being dragged back down the stairs. He’s literally clinging to the steps like someone falling off a cliff.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH I SAID I WAS SORRY ABOUT HITTING THE SHORT ONE LADY LADY CHILL OUT-“

He’s dragged outta earshot, Hazel pops their head out, antennae flickering. Mildly anxious and over this shit, they slowly glance at Jackal....

“Well now! What an exciting turn of events, can you believe dinner came to me? I’ll get lazy if they keep spoiling me like this!” Mutton reclaims her seat, sipping her tea casually, not remarking on Hazel’s mortified expression.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal chuckled before looking at Hazel, cocking an eyebrow with a sharp grin before returning his gaze to Mutton, “It is nice when dinner comes to someone, I can't tell you the amount of times someone has come to Rosie's shop practically begging to become a good meal!” he sipped his tea.

He returned his gaze to Hazel curiously, “Hello! Are you alright? You seemed awfully shaken!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

[@scripted-and-staged]

“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

[cobweb-couture-co]

Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Aw, you don’t gotta go to all that trouble for little old me sweetie. Your company now and then is more than enough.”

There’s a crash from downstairs, Mutton’s head swivels the wrong way and tilts to the side.

“Well now, either someone is smashing up a window again or that man is back, don’t mind whatever’s going on though, I’ll be right back!”

Mutton readjusts her head, cracking her neck with her hands as she stands. She pats Jackals shoulder lightly as she leaves the kitchen.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal sat in the silence, kicking his legs slightly as he did so. When left alone as usual he gets...fidgety. He both loves and hates silence—more so he loves silence that comes when Alastor leaves him alone or when a rude customer leaves Rosie's shop.

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

[@scripted-and-staged]

“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

[cobweb-couture-co]

Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“I was more so referring to whiskey, but I do enjoy the literal finger snacks too!”

Mutton waves his offer off.

“No need for all that fuss now Sweetie, we’re legally obligated, or well BEAU is legally obligated to fix Rosie’s wardrobe mishaps for free!”

Mutton finally took a long sip, before staring into the cup.

“I wouldn’t oppose a nice heart, preferably from a man of course! Got to keep up my brand- why don’t you come by for dinner one of these days?”

Mutton traces a clawed finger around the rim of her cup.

“Oh and Sug, if anyone ever gets cross with you bout an honest mistake, you come to me, ya understand? I’ll make them reconsider their overreaction.”

Mutton adds quietly.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Ah, my apologies for the mistake, I do have a cannibal mind—I think of food before anything else usually,” he chuckled, “I will come by for dinner sometime soon, I'm usually very busy with a...project I'm working on, so to speak,” he didn't put much detail into what said project is, just vaguely explaining why he's been busy work.

“And of course I know to come to you, Mutton. I usually can handle these things on my own, but if I'm ever in a bind I know who to call,” he sipped his tea again, “And I'll be here tomorrow with a man's heart, dear, I will make sure to get it myself so I know it's the best for one of my favorite Sinners!”

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

[@scripted-and-staged]

“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.

[cobweb-couture-co]

Mutton smiled faintly at the noise, as if she’s used to hearing something similar.

“Well, your Pa sounds like he had at least some sense, can’t have said the same for mine, though to be honest with you Sug, I can’t even recall the man’s voice anymore.”

She tapped a claw against the wood of the table, eyes lingering on her own untouched cup of tea.

“Don’t tell anybody, but I like my tea with a finger or three.”

Mutton grinned.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea isn't tea without some fingers of sorts!” he grinned right back at her, “Why, sometime I should bring you some things from Rosie's shop! They'll be on the house of course since you're helping me out with the dress,” he finally cracked her a genuine smile, “Oh, and you have to tell me your favorites so I know what to grab, can't come bringin' you some liver if you prefer heart or stomach!” he chuckled, also genuine.

[facemadeforradioonlymotherloves]

Jane was simply relaxing as she walked down the street after leaving her darling girlfriend's boutique, and when she noticed Alastor walking nearby she quickly went to walk the other way.

The show host turned on her heel and walked the other direction, praying to Satan and all above and below that Alastor didn't see her—she can't stand that man, always positively an asshole. She finds herself missing the, what, seven years he was gone? They were amazing. She didn't have to worry about someone being a pain in the ass about the media she made—she does hope video kills the radio star.

[@scripted-and-staged]

“Why If it isn’t Miss Jane! How are you on this hellish morning my dear? Still relegating yourself to those heinous picture shows I presume?!”

Alastor, as Alastor does, demolishes those dreams with the equivalent of a social wrecking ball. He comes straight across the street, cars swerving to avoid him. Only to a stop directly in Jane’s walking path, too amused a grin on his face.

[scripted-and-staged]

“Yes, still doing my show and minding my business unlike a certain man I know,” she rolled her iris on her large eye head (I have no other way of putting it, she rolled her eye I guess? So sorry).

“And I'm doing fine, had to get one of my suits stitched by darling Steph but other than that today has been lovely!” she put on her show woman voice and tapped the top of her mic staff idly, “And how was your day, Alastor? Good, bad, stuck in the in-between? Please do tell me, I'm sooo curious!”

[facemadeforradioonlymotherloves]

“Why down right enthralled my dear! How is Steph doing by the by? Such a charming pair you both make, the least I can give you compared to what passes as the standard media couple these days.”

He leaned forward on his own mic, tilting his ever so to the right. She’s certainly not changed, refreshing even if he’s here to antagonize first and foremost.

“Do tell, I haven’t missed the wedding have I? Such a travesty that would have!”

Falling into steps beside her, static faintly buzzes in the air round them.

[scripted-and-staged]

“She's doing great, getting more customers. Maybe opening up another shop somewhere less...dangerous,” Jane paused before speaking, “And no, you didn't miss a wedding. We don't plan on getting married for awhile, if we do I'm not going to tell anyone about it. Media would be up my ass with questions and she might get bothered by some rude fans, I don't want that for her,” she spun her cane idly in her hand for a moment before letting it rest next to her as she walked.

She allowed him to walk with her, adjusting her bowtie as she did, “And I'm glad you think me and her are a good match despite the new standards for relationships, I must say I do somewhat miss older ways of thinking—since when was giving a woman flowers and a good night out so rare? Honestly, it pains me to hear that chivalry is dead!” she tapped her finger against her staff again, a slightly odd habit of hers since the metal finger part of her glove does make an audible tapping sound.

[facemadeforradioonlymotherloves]

“As it so happens, I was hoping to cash in a little favor from you!”

His pace didn’t stutter, as casual as any walk with maybe an old friend might go. Shoulders rolling, he adjusted his coat with a stiff tug to the lapels.

“Nothing drastic of course, you see my dear, I need a slot to air a little commercial of mine! It’s for charity, doesn’t that sound nice!”

[scripted-and-staged]

“What's the commercial about?” Jane stopped tapping her cane to look at him as she walked, her large purple iris on him, “And do I get anything out of it?” her voice had more of that television sound to it—more static and slight distortion.

[facemadeforradioonlymotherloves]

“...It’s...Its simply for my little side project, I’m sure you’ve heard of the princesses little hotel yes? It’s a short advertisement promoting the facility! Written, directed, and filmed by yours truly!”

Even Alastor seems hard pressed to sell whatever nonsense he’s attempting to peddle to Jane.

“As for repayment, well I suppose the Radio demon would owe you a favor of equal value in return!”

[scripted-and-staged]

“A favor? From The Radio Demon. Well, I guess I could do it because that could come in handy. Let's make it a deal then, Alastor,” she stopped walking and offered her hand, a slight purple glow emitting from it. Her sclera blackened further and her iris was a glowing white dot.

[facemadeforradioonlymotherloves]

Green stitching, the call of an elk, the smell of a bayou long since traded for sulfur and sin.

His hand takes her’s, glowing green in contrast to her purple. In minutes the deal is sealed, he adjusts his bow tie, pleased grin on his face.

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Jane.

[scripted-and-staged]

“To you as well, Alastor,” she tipped her cane to him before teleporting off somewhere, likely her studio to get the commercial ready to go for tomorrow. She might make it run over one of Vox's broadcasts to piss him off a bit.

[cobweb-couture-co]

A very startled wendigo man quickly rushed through the door, “Mutton! Mutton I need some help please!” Jackal quickly spoke, walking to the counter with a dress that had some bad rips and red stains—likely wine or blood, “I may have, somehow, done this to Rosie's dress and I don't know how mad she'll be considering this is sorta one of her favorites... she might kill me for this one, hah...”

Jackal, usually so composed, was panicked—while covered with a shakey smile and slightly toned down it was obvious the poor man was startled. Based off the amount he was showing on the outside he definitely was panicking fifty times worse on the inside.

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“Goodness me! Oh don’t worry none Sug! Come on now sweetheart just set the dress down and breathe! I can assure you Miss Rosie will be more upset if you keel over and die!”

Mutton’s brain automatically switched to recovery and restoration mode. Clawed fingers accepted the mangled and stained garment with care, quickly set aside in favor of pulling Jackal behind the counter by his sleeve.

“Come on now Sug, sit, sit, there ya go! Look at me sweet pea, look at me, breathe, slow, out...in, all I need you to do is one out...and then in for me. Nice and slow.”

Mutton offered her much smaller hand to the Wendigo man, an invitation to squeeze and or bite it off, she isn’t opposed to either if it helps his heart settle.

[scripted-and-staged]

Jackal gently took her hand, slightly cautious. He didn't seem used to such gestures. He took a few deep breaths before he felt calmed slightly, “I—thanks, Mutton... I can't believe I messed up her dress, I dont know how mad she'll be,” his smile was still there—he didn't like to let it fall but it looked mangled almost, sharp and shakey.

“I-I think I'll be alright, just needed that dress fixed soon—but take your time with it, I don't think she's gonna be wearin' it like real soon, I just want to get it back where it belongs before she does notice,” Jackal seemed used to this—maybe used to someone freaking out at him? From what's commonly known is that Rosie treats him with care and love as if he was her son so it likely wasn't from her, but he sure as Hell seemed to have been through something like this before.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“...It’ll get fixed, you don’t gotta worry your head about that. I’ll get my boss on it personally, it’ll look better than the day it was made.”

Mutton considers her next words carefully, after all she does adore Jackal, doesn’t quite know him all that well though. It’d be right rude to overshare while he’s still so tense.

“You know, I used to be an awfully clumsy thing, had a bad habit of burning Wayne’s dress shirts when I was ironing.”

Mutton shifts to press a hard Candy into Jackal’s palm, offering him a half smile.

“Why don’t I fix you some tea upstairs hon? We’ll leave this little piece in my bosses capable hands and get you a little more...settled.”

[scripted-and-staged]

“Tea would be...nice, thank you, Mutton,” he popped the candy into his mouth as he thought, debating on something before speaking again, “Thank you, for being so kind to me. For....helpin' someone like me out. You remind me of someone I knew, y'know. You and Rosie kinda do, I guess.”

He paused, forcing his smile to smooth as he masked his emotions instead of completely letting his walls down, “Well, I should stop talkin', probably already spoke too much,” he chucked. Not the usual one, no no, forced, as he ate the candy—using that to distract himself.

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Now you’re gon have to excuse all the cobwebs once we get up there, Beau keeps every damn house spider he finds as a pet these days I swear, you won’t catch a single cobweb in my kitchen!”

Mutton dusted off his shoulder, gathering up the dress and briefly bumping open the workshop door with her hip.

“Oi! BEAU got a code Rosie!!” Mutton dropped the dress Infront of a half asleep Beau.

“Mutt- wh- oh satan-“ Beau slow blinks at the garment, before mumbling a half asleep ‘on it’.

“Alright come on Sug!” Mutton leads the way up the stairs toward the back of the workshop.

[scripted-and-staged]

He followed her without question, curiously eyeing the spiders and cobwebs without any distaste, “Oh don't worry dear! Rosie has a room that has quite a few pests that enjoy making little webs themselves. I usually kill them but haven't gotten around to it the past few days. I've been busy with Rosie, annoying that pesky Radio Demon, and keepin' an eye on a few other things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

Remnants of a time filled with hazy clubs and bathtub gin linger in the walls of Beau’s apartment. It’s nothing fancy, but distinctly familiar of a particular period in time.

Mutton makes for the kitchen, wooden chair scrapping against tiled floor.

“You just take a seat, I’ll get us that tea Sug.”

Mutton rifles the cabinets, coming up with a kettle, two mismatched mugs, and an assortment of loose leaf. She sets the box infront of jackal, figuring choosing would provide a much needed distraction for him.

She internally grimaces at Beau’s handwritten note reminding her to seal the sugar jar properly. She knows that! (You let hell ants into a kitchen once...)

[scripted-and-staged]

He happily took his seat, watching her curiously as she made the tea. He always has a habit of observing, more so when he's nervous or just plain curious. He scanned around the room, taking in the general area. It was nice, reminded him of somewhere but the memory felt fuzzy—it has been over seventy years since he was alive so he honestly doesn't expect to recall everything perfectly. Some memories he's still waiting to lose to time.

“This place is cozy,” he muttered, more so to himself, “It reminds me of somewhere, can't place my finger on it but it is a delightful home. I wish I could recall what place it reminds me of but after about eighty years I'm bound to forget a few things.”

[cobweb-couture-co]

“Snrk- I think it’s rather messy if ya ask me, but Ole Beau is still getting his eggs back in the basket since that crazy, pardon my french sweetie, exorcist bitch burned the original shop down.”

Her tongue clicked against her cheek, as she waited for the kettle to whistle. Leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed.

“It was almost ironic in a way, when I first fell, I spent 3 weeks sleeping on his couch in that shop, 60 or so years later, and he was sleeping on mine! Ain’t that something?”

Flame cut, she finishes up with making the pot of tea, a steaming mug eventually set infront of him. 

[scripted-and-staged]

“'Messy ain't always bad' is what my dad used to say, messy can be good or mean a work in progress—it won't always be so messy. And yes, the irony is true there, honestly—those situations do have a way of comin',” Jackal took the mug gently and sipped it, a happy deer bleat quietly escaping him. He really does love tea and good company.