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@lemon-scented-memories cont. from (X)

It was a rare glimpse into the man underneath all that grey and mundanity, not just with the offer, but the smirk that quickly took over his face at the agreence. "Deal." No hesitation in his own either as he slid to the floor, that mischief now seen in his eyes in a reflection of a man that used to be, one that was perhaps more 'Larry' than the one seen day in and day out.

He was eager as he settled between Morty's legs after a gentle nudging of knees, hands that had seen far more than just desk work wasting no time in a palming tease before he'd even hit the floor. "Hope you don't mind, it's been too damn long since I've done something like this."

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@not-bcring mean to him!! (X)

Colt has known Casi since his first days at the school, the little bird having, quite literally at times, chosen the cowboy as their perch to sing their pretty songs. At first, he thought it just a temporary nesting, a seasonal stay for comfort and longevity that would eventually end with Casi migrating to bigger and better things more fit for them as their needs changed with the seasons. As time ticked on, the belief shifted to perhaps Colt being a sort of vacation home, that even if when Casi took off, they might come back whenever nessecary.

So many seasons had passed now, so many disasters and hardships, and yet his little bird had stayed.

Colt wasn't so modest that he'd say he didn't know why, after all, he worked very hard to be the sort of person he was, but that didn't mean he thought Casi would stay through anything that came about. Even with the cowboy having to head home during harvset season for a handful of months at a time, the rough and tumble way he lived, and even his less than stellar past being revealed of his own voliton, it feeling nessecary for Casi to know the closer they got, they had stayed. By now, Colt knew very well they were in this for the long run, and while there were occasions where he couldn't help but question if it was the right choice for them both, those were becoming more far and few inbetween with each passing day.

It was this that allowed him to know that the offer from Casi wasn't because they were upset, and why he took them up on said offer with a heavy sigh as he picked himself up from the floor. "Eyup, go on ahead, I wanna get this cleaned up 'fore one 'f us gets hurt." As much as he felt like a fool, he wasn't about to rush along when he knew he didn't have to.

"Here, you hold that, 'n I'll be back in a jiffy." Plopping his hat onto Casi's head, he pressed a kiss to their lips before stepping back with a chuckle and a playful flick down of the brim over their eyes.

Cleaning up the glass didn't take long, but trying to focus on the task and not his little birdie naked and waiting for him on his bed had him dropping the dustpan on the way to the trashcan with a curse huffed under his breath. "Y' know yer in fer it when I get back there don't ya?"

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❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ — (( fuck it, I’m embarrassing Vox *yeets him at Alastor* ))

Having died once already, one would think it would have affected Alastor far less than it had after his fight with Adam, only he'd been dead in an instant when back on earth. A shot right through the head, and then he was in hell. He didn't like to think about it, how scared he had been. How it was kill or be killed from the very moment he smelled brimstone. After Adam...he'd had time to think while he bled, unsure if it was even possible for such a wound to heal. And it more than likely wouldn't have, had Lucifer not pulled the lingering angelic essence from his body.

He...had done a lot of thinking after that, about the people he unfortunately cared for; Charlie, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Vox-

The thought of that television meaning something to him again near reignited his spiral where he lay in the rubble of his radio tower, chest heaving through the pain of poorly done stitches. He couldn't do this again, go through the pain of betrayal. He wasn't good enough for Vox anymore, it was why he was with Val, with the Vees. Still he...had been the only one to notice he'd been gone for years, aside from Rosie of course. But Vox...

He'd manifested outside the Vee's tower before he could so much as blink, those heavy memories of laying helplesss and alone in the ruins that short time ago leaving him standing there wide eyed in the surrounding lights. Vox knew he was there from the moment he'd appreaed, he was sure, seeing as it hadn't taken him long to buzz down himself. Al didn't remember what he'd said, something about paying a visit to an old friend coming out of the static that surrounded them, it born of his panic. Why Vox had let him in, he didn't know, but here he was in the middle of his rivals bedroom, eyes near blinded from the sheer amount of blue.

So out of his element, he'd almost missed when Vox asked about his injury, leaving him one of the few that knew of it's existence. Maybe that was why he'd told him about what Lucifer had done, how close he had come to death again, and how for whatever reason, it had made him want to see Vox again.

A hard swallow, the question of if Vox wanted to see his near afterlife ending injury, and now his fellow sinner was slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, the sound Al had made upon trying to lift his arms apparently warrenting a helping hand.

It was funny, looking up so very far up at his old rival, how instead of fear clawing at his chest, there..was a sort of warmth. Just how much had he tricked himself into thinking he hadn't missed this? He and Vox would always have their bickerments, but Al had forgotten what the tender moments in between had felt like.

Vox voice had him snapping out of his thoughts, the Radio Demon giving a chuckle through teasing grin. "Are you refering to undressing me, or killing me? If it's that later, then you're succeeding with how slow you are. Feeling like an antique old friend?" Hurt him. Hurt him. Vox wouldn't kill him, not now. It wasn't a fair fight, that wasn't what they were about.

He needed to remember that he was alive, that not all the pain in his body was from Adam's blade. After all, it was all he knew with Vox, really. He didn't have a reason to expect anything else.