—「 @cruor-vox / ALASTOR. 」♡
of course, meddling with a man bestowed with the kind of reputation alastor had meant parking himself right in his lap and erasing all concepts of personal space was a risk of great magnitude — but if anyone lived ‘life’ on the edge, it was angel dust. when you literally fucked with the worst of hell’s masses, metaphorically fucking with them didn’t seem like such an extreme.
“ whaaa ? s’my heartfelt gratitude not enough for ya ? come on now, i just want a lil picture or two ! for promo purposes ! it’d be cute ! ”
well, he hasn’t lost an arm yet. the spider adjusts himself in his newfound seat, a third set of arms taking hold of his poor victim’s lapels and drawing him in with a swift tug, smile still lingering.
“ you ‘n me ? we’re bigwigs in this shithole ! sure, didn’t know that about you ‘til a lil birdie clued me in, but better late than never, eh ? what’s some wardrobe sharin’ between ritzy, buddin’ pals ? ”