#arlo!!!!

[neighborhoodeldritch]

Arlo :D he/him, 17

[slxrpindust]

The blackguard comes behind him with the softest tune, hums as subtle as his almost absentminded movements as he wraps his arms around the star's neck with a security and confidence that seldom came with consideration. 'Appreciate this, Angel,' says the most prideful part of his self, counteracting the juxtaposition that lingers in him in the form of an almost shy 'as much as I do.' Burgundy claws brush against pastel hued fluff, grin but a feather away. "Missed me?"

Angel was bored out of his mind, sitting at the dining room table arranging dry spaghetti into little teepee huts. Truly the rock bottom of food art. Which is a shame considering the spider was actually quite talented in the culinary arts! He just had no motivation today it seemed. Even for things he enjoyed. 

The hotel had been pretty quiet lately.Husk was being a real grouch for no apparent reason, Niffty was adorable as always but way too erratic for Angel’s temperament right now, and Charlie and Vaggie were off doing..... Charlie and Vaggie things. Probably stuff with the hotel. Or maybe the...  Devil’s Tango. 

He snorted at his own joke, so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t even notice the humming, which would’ve been delightful to hear had he been paying any sort of attention! But as it was, Angel was not at all present, and thus not at all prepared to be grabbed from behind. Tensing up is purely instinctive, the thought of impending violence fluttering through his mind like a leaf, gone with the wind. 

Luckily before he can do anything rash, he realizes just who’s arms he’s tangled up in and a smile like a sunflower blooms on his face. He leans back, head pressed against Alastor’s sternum, to look at him. The deer demon instantly receiving all of Angel’s wayward attention. 

Like he always does. 

“A’ Course I have Supa’ Star!!” Against ALL odds and expectations, Alastor had somehow firmly cemented himself as one of Angel’s best friends, and Angel genuinely loved spending time with him. They were always a real riot whenever they got together. ( Maybe a violence wasn’t entirely off the table.. the fun kind. ) 

A hand comes up to wrap around Alastor’s wrist. It’s not demanding or confining, the radio host could easily pull away if he so chose, and Angel wouldn’t stop him. There’s no pressure to it, just a gentle request to Stay. If you want.

I want you to.

“Where ya’ been?”