bites him ♡
𝙽𝙾 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳: ❝ bonnie & clyde ── ﹠ accepting callers !
⠀ ılıılııl 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, cobweb draperies cling to the ceiling as niffty races to ﹠ fro. 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, she's embarrassed by the state of the place in 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 of the fact it's long not been her responsibility ﹠ alastor lacks the energy to stop her.
𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟. he wasn't sure when he got used to the 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 of rosie's leash, but its absence feels as foreign as the quiet of his den. the hotel was always 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. with a flick of his wrist, the radio on the mantle springs to life with 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌.
❛❛ Make yourself at home, ❜❜ㅤㅤ he tells his ... guest, partner, ﹠ runaway companion - @viceweb . ﹠ her fingers make a home 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. his breath hitches in her grasp ﹠ yet, the radio demon does 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 to extract himself. heart races ( an anxious fawn kenneled in his chest running to the point of exhaustion ) as he cocks his head to one side. 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. angel buries her fangs into the flesh between his neck ﹠ shoulder, he swallows an 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 noise against her fingers.
❛❛ Glad to see you're in 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨, my dear. ❜❜ㅤㅤ
