let's switch! of clothes ofc
He didn't really like being fully dressed. Haarlep preferred it when his skin "breathed". Plus, for aesthetic reasons, all sorts of belts and chains suited him much better. But despondency made him try on Raphael's regular clothes. He was so bored with lounging in bed that he wanted to misbehave.
The appearance of the Master of the House suited this perfectly. But his face still didn't look serious, like the most (un)favorite little devil, so it was necessary to somehow correct this; he looked more playful than serious.
And then it dawned on him. Glasses. Glasses make everyone look serious, even if you look like the last village idiot. Raphael, albeit rarely, wore glasses, because of which Haarlep always joked about him that old age is no joy. With Mephistopheles, such things had to be kept to himself.
All that was left was to frown a little and tense the facial muscles. And obviously make a bigger hole for the tail in his pants. Whose fault is it that his tail is thicker and longer at the base?
Now the main thing: don't laugh. Because without glasses he was still Haarlep in the guise of Raphael. With glasses - well, the spitting image of the Master of the house. Some kind of magic glasses.
Haarlep went to joke about the debtors.
"There's a stain there," he said seriously to the debtor who was scrubbing the floors.
"You don't dance very gracefully. Try again." a guide on how to kill someone who is already without physical strength.
"Play better, I'm getting bored with this melody."
"And now remember: when I'm not home, any order from Haarlep is considered as my word.
Nevertheless, his eyes were already starting to hurt from the glasses. Haarlep took them off and rubbed his eyes. Who would have thought that the devil sometimes had poor eyesight. He should prepare him a present in the form of new glasses. What if his eyesight had gotten even worse, and the Master simply didn’t say anything about it?
“Haarlep, why are you dressed?” the Archivist asked him doubtfully when Haarlep decided to visit the Archives.
“Oh, is it really so obvious that I’m not Raphael?” he asked him jokingly.
“Your face isn’t so serious,” the Archivist answered. “The Master is more serious and you look like you’ve slept for many hours and eaten your fill. As always.”
“I can’t deny it,” the incubus chuckled. “And so?”
“Yes… he looks more like him,” the Archivist reluctantly admitted. The glasses did indeed provide a visual that was a little more similar to the Master.
“So I can give you an order? When Raph is not here, I am second in command!" he continued to joke.
"Don't even think about it."
"How boring you are, just the most boring!" Haarlep told him dramatically, still wearing the glasses. Waving his hand, he walked away to the portals. He needed to bring the Master a new present.
When he returned, the eternal dancer was spinning around like a spindle, and the floor cleaner was already licking his floor with his own tongue. Another debtor had rubbed his fingers bloody from the strings of his lute.
"What a joke I made…" wagging his tail, he went back to the boudoir to return to his more familiar appearance, which could not but please the incubus. He literally hugged his leather belts to himself with a satisfied look. "Ah, I missed you so much…"
"You know, when you do this in my clothes, it looks a little… Strange..." commented Raphael, who had returned home.
"And you should to turn on your imagination and put yourself in your place!" grinned Haarlep.
"I see, you are in a good mood today." the devil scratched his chin, watching him.
"Yes! By the way, here is a present!" Haarlep threw the lingerie on the bed and playfully jumped up to Raph, after which he put on the glasses he brought. He could not hold back his laughter. It turned out that he had made a mistake with the thickness of the glass and now Raph's eyes looked simply huge, as if they were magnified through a magnifying glass.
"I don't see very well in them either," Raph noted, irritated by the incubus's laughter. "- "I'll leave them for the future. The very, very distant future."
He took them off and put them away in the safe, like some kind of expensive treasure.
"So… and now you will explain to me what you did with my debtors…"
"Oh…" Haarlep came to his senses. "I overdid it a little!"
He suddenly laughed again, involuntarily remembering the big eyes from the glasses.
"Were you cursed while you were up there? Was Tasha's laughter cast upon you?"
"No, I just caught a laughie," he tried to pull himself together again. "Okay, okay, forgive me!"
What kind of word is that anyway… "Laughie"?
"I heard it from the children in the Gates. I'll show them to you later, they can also become your debtors, I arranged everything!"
"How enterprising you are."
"Who will you associate with, little devil," Haarlep purred.
He was about to change into his sword belts.
“I think it would be more logical if I put this on,” Raph noted tactfully.
“Then we’ll go joke around with the debtors some more!” Haarlep was inspired.
“Why not…” the Master of the House agreed with him.
After all, he doesn’t often allow himself to do such things. And Haarlep is a great way to dispel his own boredom.
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