#limo-lord

[blondchiroptera]

"I sseeeeeee YOU!"

“YAAAAHHH!!!” and in an instant he’s shot backward, fur standing on end and green eyes wide and staring. How the hell was Duke able to just appear like that?!

[blondchiroptera]

👋

The sharp hit causes the bat to leap forward with a yelp, promptly whirling around while covering his backside with his hands.

“The hell, Duke?!”

[blondchiroptera]

"TSK TSK! I didn't want YOUR reaction! I wanted HIS!"

[[ Honestly, so pushy.]]

“I don’t feel like giving you the satisfaction.”

[apollyodon]

+👀 "Ludous! It is mulberry siiiilllkkk."

Send “👀” to find my muse wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.

Send “+👀 “ for the reverse.

“Well of course it is. Why would one wear anything else~?”

[blondchiroptera]

"Is that MY shirt!?"

There is a long, long pause. The bat is still, fingers flexing slowly as he just tries to think.

“... Maybe?”

[blondchiroptera]

"Oh wow. It is almost like it get's tiresome to have your character reduced to just a glorified dildo. Fancy that? WHO would have thought that would get repetitive and annoying?"

[blondchiroptera]

“❤I Need You, Baby!❤”

Wait, what?! Was the man being serious? Honestly it was hard to even tell with The Duke. A lot of the shit he pulled, he pulled just for the sake of his own amusement. The bat shuffles, not really sure what to say or do in this situation. What the hell was happening?

[crxxkxd-angel-blog]

                                            ღ -- @limo-lord -- ღ

How did the Duke find them? How did the Duke find them. How did the DUKE. Find THEM?? 

Needless to say, they were confused, and it most likely showed on their face as their mind raced.

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Not that being approached in a shop was very new, per say, but the Duke in a place like this? All they wanted was a quick meal then some sleep. In the Duke’s junkyards. Angel liked sleeping there, it was peaceful. 

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Angel liked peaceful, it was nice. It meant that they were okay for yet another day. It gave them peace.

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The duke on the other hand wasn’t a very peaceful person. Always loud and moving, he had to have control over a situation. Never say no to the Duke unless you wanted his anger. 

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And he had asked Angel a question. Something to do with a drink, and Angel didn’t drink. They couldn’t in Deluxe, and so their alcohol tolerance was so low that they had a single sip of beer and felt warm. Not to mention they were incredibly skinny, so it’s not like they had much for the alcohol to disperse to. Was he talking about alcohol? Was he talking about something else?

So why was he--

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OH. OH. OH GOD.

Angel blinked, pulled from their rapid-fire thoughts (really, all that had taken about five seconds) and was left baffled and scared. Wide-eyed, Angel seemed to grow so tense you could reach out and poke them and they’d end up twanging like a guitar string.

But... You do NOT say no to the Duke. That’s asking for trouble. 

Angel hated trouble. 

“I, uh-- I-I g-gu-- Uh yes? Sure?” Wild eyed Angel looked around, hoping for help. Babs had quietly shook her head and there was nobody else Angel knew. Angel fiddled with their fingers, a nervous habit of theirs, as they tried not to stutter too much, and replied with a strained smile. “I’m s-sorry, that t-took me for surprise. I’d -- uh! I’d love to!”

Angel, at this point, was praying to every god ever created and then some that the Duke wouldn’t know that they were almost too nervous to speak. That they were so nervous they were practically vibrating. That they were already looking for a way out. 

Please don’t let him notice...