#alteregozowie rp

[top-shelf-tender]

"Huskerrrrrr. Huskerrrrrrrrrr. Husker. Husker. Husker. Husk. Husk. Husker. Husk. Husker - "

Internally:

Externally:

“…What?”

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

"You get invited to one Verosika Mayday concert by a friend, and the deer loses his fuckin' shit..."

@alteregozowie

[top-shelf-tender]

@alteregozowie {{Continued}}

With a whiskey in hand and a mountain of chips to boast his skill, the Gambling Overlord was riding a high that was only topped by the entrance of a sinner as alluring as he was lethal.

“Alastor,” Husk shifted to lean toward his guest, “I see you couldn’t stay away.” The feline mirrored the grin directed his way, stifling a cackle at how the other players cowered. There was a thrilling sense of superiority that came with being able to address one so feared as a familiar.

“I’ll only be a moment.” With that, Husk laid out his winning hand and settled back smugly in his chair. The moment the dealer had raked his winnings into the existing pile, Husk waved a dismissive claw. “Now fuck off,” he smirked, sending away everyone but Alastor.

“Now then,” the inquisitive card shark resumed his conversation, “what can I do for Hell’s most infamous broadcaster?”

[top-shelf-tender]

"Huskerrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I'm hungry. It's hot outside. It's hot inside. It's making me tired. I hate everything. I want to go swimming but I don't want to get wet. I'm thirsty. I want a tea with the bubbles in it. I want take out. I want - "

If anyone ever asked Husk why he's never had children in life, he could always count on Alastor to be a prime example. Taking care of him was more than enough work.

"This one of those moments where you wanna bitch while I listen, or do you actually want solutions?"

[top-shelf-tender]

"I'm bored." Why is he covered in blood? That was a good question. It was Alastor, it would either be a bold-faced lie, or a fantastical truth.

"So who'd you take it out on?" Husk had some time, he'd bite.

[top-shelf-tender]

"Husker, help me aquire these."

Husk’s golden gaze flicked from his bar task to the photos Alastor brandished. Unsettling, cherubim creatures stared back from the page, and for a moment, the feline was sure this had to be a joke.

“The fuck you want with…what are these, angel fur balls?”

[top-shelf-tender]

Since Husker isn't paying attention to him, this is what he's been doing.

"Look Husker, it's you."

“…Flattering.”

[top-shelf-tender]

"Put your hat back on, you look strange without it."

“That’s not what you said last night,” Husk quipped back without missing a beat. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t think twice about sassing the Radio Demon, but they were within earshot of guests currently staring between the pair