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having horns would be incredibly impractical in day to day life but theyd be sexy so does it matterâŚ
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no offense but my obsession w being beautiful is literally going to get me killed
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Elecâs expression drops immediately as the demon tells him to shut up. Axelâs wandering into some dangerous territory here, with his flawless lies and promises of stardom failing to ease the blow.
âI beg your pardon?â Maybe if they were friends (or if Axel was more pointedly a dick) he could brush the comment off as the usual banter, but itâs all too rude for the DLN to just let it fly. A âgive someone an inch and theyâll take a mileâ sort of situation.
Elec retrieves the autograph from under his bracer momentarily to make a point of checking the name. â-Axel, you seem like a fun guy, but youâre nowhere near fun enough to start giving me attitude. At all. I have fans- hell, I have impersonators!â He says, voice tweaking from rising incredulousness. âI was trying to get around this politely, but fine: I donât want to do it. Go embarrass yourself on TV.â
Axel blinks owlishly, his ears dipping down in anxiety over Elecâs words. He stutters for a moment, distressed and distraught over the outright rejection --- but pauses.
âAttitude? What do you mean by that? Arenât you a demon too?âÂ
Frankly, what Axel had said was incredibly low-tier for usual demon etiquette, as the Dark Hero is notably more polite than most. Arrogant for sure, and quite self-obsessed, but not outright evil --- to a point where it damages his reputation! It didnât occur to him that he might be talking to a human, who tend to be a touch more sensitive than his fellow devils.Â
Not that it really mattered. Demons donât cater to other people, anyway. His interest is simply piqued, a sly smile worming its way onto his face and his claws fidgeting against frets.
âWow, this is even better! A human and a demon, head-to-head, one-on-one, the best of both worlds!! And if you have fans, that means this is my perfect chance...!â he giggles to himself, and turns to address Elec with a complete lack of tact, âAlright, Iâve decided! Weâre doing this! No going back. Iâll find you anywhere!â
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A wise decision. Vying for sympathy isnât an approach heâs prone to giving into. Even now, with Axel looking so pathetic the Express Owls were trying not to get upset on his behalf, every fibre of the Conductorâs being just wants to tell him to hurry up and shove off.
The only thing that stops him is the fact that he knows full well that itâd be even harder to get rid of the demon if heâs effectively stranded at the studio.
âFine.â he concedes. The Conductor reaches into his coat and rummages around before abruptly shoving something into Axelâs hand. Looking at it more closely, itâs pretty clear to see why the old bird has no quarrels palming his own phone off to a complete stranger; itâs one of those chunky Old People⢠mobiles with oversized buttons and absolutely no functions besides handling texts and calls. The most advanced thing about it is probably the fact it can play Snake.
At least he has the decency to give Axel some space now. Heâs standing close enough to convey a sort of âIâve got my non-existent eye on youâ message, but thereâs no active intent to eavesdrop.
Axel glances warily at the bird-thing, tracing the edges of the phoneâs buttons with the pad of his thumb for a few fortifying seconds. Then, he puts on a smile unfitting of a man whose face is explosion-adjacent, and punches in a long number.
The call rings two or three times before he gets an answer.
âHey, ma! I just wanted to check in on how everyone and --- oh. Axial? Could you put ma on?â he pauses to listen, âWell, pass on a message for me, yeah? Itâs about that money Iâm sending home... yeah, yeah, I know she does, but I...â an anxious, startled expression tugs at his confident grin, âI will be! I promised, didnât I? You're gonna be blown away by my success in no time! Just keep on watching TV!!â
âOh, and could you call up the Immortal TV Network and send the Director over? I donât feel so good about working away from home anymore. All the roles out here are too low-calibre for someone as awesome as me. Itâs not that Iâm lonely or anything.â
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â˛: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. âž: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. âŞ: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. âŚ: Our muses wrap presents together. â: Our muses build a snowman together. â: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. â: My museâs Christmas card to yours. â: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present. â: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog. ă: Our muses go caroling. âż: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa. â: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch. âĄ: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe. â: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Yearâs. â¸: Our muses decorate their house together. â: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. â°: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. âź: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. â: Our muses go tree shopping. â: Our muses go ice skating together. â: Our muses go sledding. â: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. Ď: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. âş: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
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âLook! Itâs snowing!â âDo we really have to leave cookies for Santa?â âSantaâs not real! There, I said it!â âWhere do we hang the stockings if we donât have a fireplace?â âYou really donât have to get me anything this year.â âDo we really have to go to your parentsâ house for Christmas?â âLetâs just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day.â âYouâre gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santaâs cookies.â âOh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it.â âThis is the best Christmas Iâve ever had.â âThis is the worst Christmas ever.â âIs that mistletoe?â âYou look cold. Here, take my scarf.â âIâm just not a fan of the holidays.â âYouâve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours.â
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[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isnât real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it â Iâm in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: Iâm may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and letâs just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now. [text]: I canât believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital. [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know itâs been a while since weâve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out. [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, Iâm gonna explode up in this bitch.Â
âI will now be performing âSanta Babyâ for all you Western wonders out there. Prepare to be enraptured by my voice and body!â
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ââŚI bet.â he replies bluntly, quirking a brow the demonâs way. Normally the enthusiasm would have him rather endeared, but after being thrashed Elec canât bring himself to return the energy. âDefeatedâ is the best way to describe how dejected he looks.
Has he walked into the Twilight Zone? Is this a stupidly vivid nightmare? Thatâd at least explain whatever the hell is going on with Axelâs collar. Also? The fact that he doesnât have somebody hired solely to sprinkle glitter on him is just rude. Homophobia never sleeps.
âGonna go ahead and say it: I have absolutely no clue who you are.â Whilst Elec isnât exactly a music connoisseur, Axel seemed pretty notable. If heâs making a comeback then he must have been popular at some point. âDonât you have an actual rival to go bother? Somebody who works in the industryâŚ?â
Axel leans on his guitar, pretending he didnât hear that.
âYouâd think so, given my high demand, but I guess nobodyâs been up for the challenge!â he lies, seamlessly; surveying his claws as if speaking offhandedly and not desperately scrabbling for an excuse. If he wants to get technical, just about everyone in the industry is his rival --- they all hate him enough, and theyâve been stealing his roles and spotlights alike for some long years.
Of course, there's also Adell, but he canât even play the flute and gloat at the same time.Â
âYou should count yourself lucky,â the demon continues, regaining some of his energy and turning his hand with a practised flourish. âAfter we show up on TV together, men and women will be screaming your name~! Now, shut up and get ready for the greatest rehearsal of your life.â
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â = hugging them . Î = playing with their hair . ⤠= kissing them . ⪠= asking them out for dinner . â = giving them a gift of ___ ( askerâs choice ) . â = stabbing them . â = bowing down before them . â = lying to them . âż = buying them flowers . âž = being found shirtless . ⢠= reading them a story . â = giving them their jumper to keep warm . â = speaking in a different language . â = teaching them a different language . â = telling them a joke . ⏠= singing to them . âš = insulting a loved one . ஠= slapping them . â = threatening them . â = dancing with them . ⤠= falling asleep on them . ⎠= waking them up after a nightmare . ⣠= discovering them crying . ĺ = patching a wound . ⎠= stargazing . â = caught stealing their belongings . â˝ = wandering alone at night . ⥠= complimenting them . ⥠= offering a place to stay overnight .
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The Conductor chooses to willfully ignore that swimsuit comment. Any begging accompanying it similarly fell on deaf ears. All Axelâs excuses do is dig him an even deeper hole; at this point even the role of âuncredited dead bodyâ might be beyond him.
âIâm. Not. Interested. I wasnât interested when you barged onto me set and Iâm definitely not interested now that yer tryinâ to pin your screw-up on my crew!â the bird hisses, every feather on his body bristling with his flaring temper. He marches up to the demon and stands directly before him in a blatant attempt to square up. âScram already!! I have work to do- just do us both a favor and quit while yer ahead!â
Such harsh words and threatening posture would probably be more intimidating if the Conductor werenât so vertically challenged, but heâs not about to back down on his promise of tossing Axel out personally if it comes down to it.
The low lights on set do nothing to improve Axelâs dejected appearance. His face wet and stained red, ink dripping from his obscenely-shaped eyebrows and a shadow cast over the angles of his face, the ex-star looks like a soaked rat as he arches his back and up-faces his palms in plea.
âBut...! But...! Iâm the Dark Hero! Come on, baby, Iâve gotta be on something --- anything!!â he stresses, but stops himself short. A brief spark of rational thought informs him that if he keeps begging, the Conductor is likely to choke him with the chain of his necklace.
Frankly, he doesnât need the strain on his vocal chords. Or his emotional state.
So he sighs, and he slumps, and his voice tweaks like the sound of exhaustion on a vinyl record. âCan I at least borrow a phone? I canât afford to pay for service anymore.â