Week

                                    

                                          
'Do I still have a boner'? With my luck, probably'
                          
Angel stared at the ceiling, oblivious to how much he was hissing in pain until he realised eyes on him.
                          
Angel turned green when he saw Alastor's bloodied face, who was panting with meat and blood dripping from his mouth.
                          
"I knew you'd be a delicacy~"
                          
The angel's face erupted.
                          
'WHAT THE FUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK'
                          
Angel's sudden wriggling while attempting to sit up perplexed Alastor.
                          
"Did my bloody face frighten you?"
                          
He said this without even considering how sexual his praise for Angel's meat was.
                          
Angel gave him a hard stare.
                          
"No you fucking weirdo,now get off of me before I get a boner"
                          
Alastor froze and then crawled away.
                          
"Oh, my sincere apology."
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Angel awoke with his face to the ceiling of his room. It's been a week since the last meal... And he hasn't returned for another meal, which Angel can't tell if it's normal because this is his first Cannibalistic contract.
                          
He got out of bed, sat up, stretched, and stood up. He walks over and begins to get ready, pulling out a flapper dress and snickering.
                          
"I haven't seen a dress like this in a long time."
                          
It was a lovely flapper dress that, while in need of a little assistance, looked great on Angel.
                          
Angel turned it inside out and began tailoring it to his liking. He's always tailoring his clothes to fit his shapes. But you'd think Alastor would do the same for Angel, but he seems to not.
                          
Angel, on the other hand, enjoys tailoring his dresses because it allows him to change the shape of the dress.
He finished quickly and on time because someone was knocking on his door.
                          
"I'm on my way!"
                          
He looked at himself in the mirror, swiftly gliding his hand over the eaten shoulder...
                          
'Brand new, not a single patch of fur missing.'
                          
He then quickly began putting clothes on his body. He fiddled with the dress until it felt just right, then brushed all of his chest fluff into the bust to fill it out.
                          
He smiled happily as he walked over to the door and opened it.
                          
"See, I knew it had to be you, Charlie."
                          
Charlie laughs at his remark.
"I thought something happened, you don't normally sleep in that late."
                          
Angel shook his head.
"Finally, I can doll face now that Val is out of my life-"Speaking of Valiteno, you should come down, there's a package for you"
                          
Angel looked baffled and took a deep breath.
                          
"Oh...kay? "
                          
Charlie nodded and began walking down the corridor to wake up the others. Angel slammed the door shut, sweating, all these thoughts racing through his mind.
                          
'Why do I have a package from Val-'is it a bomb-'if a bomb, most likely a love bomb'why the fuck would I get a package from Val
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What will Alastor's reaction be? '
                          
Angel sighed loudly and began applying light makeup to complete the look.
                          
He stood up and smiled at that look.
                          
He snatched a black scarf and fashioned it into a headdress. He then put on some boots and walked out, down the stairs and into the lobby, assuming it's there because all packages go there.
                          
He made it to the lobby to see Charlie, Vaggie, Nifty, and husk in couches with a package in the center
                          
"Do you know why you were given this Angel?"
                          
Angel's head shook.
                          
"I haven't a fucking clue."
                          
Angel knelt in front of the package, which appears to be in pristine condition... This is extremely rare, making it 100 times more nerve-racking. Alastor walked in, perplexed by the intensity in the air. He noticed everyone looking nervously at Angel as he opened a box...
'Did he receive a package?'
                          
Alastor began to watch as well; this is definitely entertaining.Angel finally opened the box and began pulling out roses, I miss you cards, and pictures of when he was actually in love with Val.Before he could look any further, he growled and stood up.
                          
Tears welled up in his eyes as he kicked the box across the lobby.
"I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE FUCKING LOVE BOMBING SHIT"
                          
He yelled, and Charlie and Nifty rushed over to comfort him.
                          
Alastor shook his head in disbelief.
                          
'How fucking DARE that parasitic moth try to reconnect with HIS meat? '