And with that terrible ‘attempt’ at reassurance, Dolly hooked an arm around Rory, pulling them to her side, before lighting a molotov cocktail and chucking it as hard as she can into the window of the nearest bar. Within a few seconds, the entire thing was lit up and Dolly was laughing her ass off.
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Oh goodness. Rory notices the child falling asleep in the lobby and quickly rushes over. The deer demon gently nudges the little one's shoulder before kneeling down beside her. "Hey, kiddo. You sleepy? Where're your parents at?"
Hannah jerked as she was nudged, rubbing her eye tiredly as she gave a little nod, “Daddy is asleep... but I don’t wanna sleep. So thank you for waking me.” She tried to get up, minding her leg in its cast.
Alastor griped Rory’s sides with his hands, letting his gloved claws press into them a little to tease the other as he lifted them up off of the ground and pulled them against his body. His mouth met with their neck and he kissed and nibbled at it. He was walking them to his bedroom in the hotel. The door swung open on its own and closed behind them on its own as well. Now inside, he gave their neck a break.
“ Ha... I’m sure you can tell what I’m in the mood for my dear... ”
Viola frowned and placed her hand on her head nervously, her tail twitching. “I-I don’t know.... The grey faces are telling me to text Vox too... Father... He sent me this text, Rory....” She showed them the text on her phone. “I-I have a bad feeling....”
“That’s correct... I’m Don, Don Everett. Real true name unknown, I am the hotel’s sole security guard, died in the year 20xx with wrath as my deadly sin.” The ‘human’ demon stoically bowed to Rory in respect.
“It’s good to meet you, Rory.” He would make an exception to his usual rule of formality for Rory. “I’m not familiar with ‘cabarets’, mind explaining that?”
So, this little encounter had progressed further than he’d been anticipating. Wasn’t the sort of thing he normally went looking for, but something about the other deer in the hotel ... maybe it was a sort of instinctual magnetism, maybe some strange curiosity he couldn’t seem to satisfy by mere conversation. Whatever it was, Alastor found himself with Rory’s hands on him -- an act ALREADY prohibited by most -- roaming further and further down ...
They would know. They would KNOW.
He swallowed audibly, smile forcing itself up a little further at the edges. He would not be afraid. Fear would NOT rule him, especially not in the presence of another prey animal like him --
“Really? That’s great!” Black Star giggled, smiling widely at her friend. “I get to work in the kitchen as a cook.. or clean dishes, depending on what’s needed more. Gosh, I’m so happy I won’t have to sleep outside anymore.”