When the performance was finished, applause filled the air. Angel had stood and stretched his arms straight up, above his head. He stood on his toes as he leaned on both sides, stretching out his body.
Angel let his arms fall on his head and stay there as he dropped from his toes. He glanced at Alastor with a sly smirk.
"Ya liked it?" Angel said slyly. Alastor looked at the spider as he stood up. "Yes, it was quite an admirable performance," Alastor said as Angel chuckled. "It's the last one. It was first performed years ago when I first fell. I was too busy with work to see it, so you could imagine how excited I was when they got the old cast back together for one last performance," Angel said. Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Were you not asleep the whole time?" Alastor asked. Angel looked at Alastor, then back down, looking as everyone left, the curtains on the stage closed. He walked to the rail and leaned over it. "Fuck no. I like to think about what's happening. It's so much cooler to envision everything, like reading a book or listenin' to the radio. Reminds me of simpler times," Angel said. Alastor was generally surprised. Not by the fact, Angel was barely using his vulgar language or the fact he was using more sophisticated wording, but because Angel wasn't corrupted by today's inadmissible technology.
"Shall we go?" Alastor said. Angel turned around to see Alastor now by the door. "Yeah, yeah," Angel said. He quickly walked to the door. When he got there, Alastor let him out first before he walked out himself.
As they left the building, it went silent between two. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was more peaceful.
When they got outside and got into the limo that waited for them, it drove off.
The two were sitting on opposite sides again. Angel was by the window, leaned on the wall as he stared out the window.
Angel felt his stomach growl as his mouth went salty.
He frowned.
Angel had skipped his past few meals since he was so stressed about Alastor and him finding out about his... small mistake. Now, it was raining all down on him.
He set his bottom pair of hands on his abdomen, hoping Alastor didn't eat the traitorous sounds of his stomach begging for something to digest.
Alastor was quietly sitting across the limo from Angel. His hands were folded in front of his lap and his head low. His eyes were closed.
Alastor was focusing on relaxing in the car, focusing on not fidgeting or moving, well- until his ears shifted and perked at the sound of a stomach growling.
Alastor opened his eyes.
That wasn't him, was it? No, he made sure to eat when he picked up that snack at the theatre. But at the same time, it could be. Alastor was always starving.
Alastor's smile lightly closed at the thought of his stomach growling and ruining his reputation with a lowly whore. That wouldn't be good. He had to get something else in his stomach before-Alastor's ears perked again when he heard another growl. He looked up at Angel, who was hugging his abdomen, hunched over.
"I'm... fuckin' starvin'," Angel said sheepishly. He did look at Alastor but his cheeks were warm and his chest was fluffed up to a slightly larger size. Alastor felt relief wash over him, but a smile crept on his face.
"A little detour to get something to eat wouldn't hurt," Alastor said. Angel looked up at Alastor. "Don't cha think Char would be mad? And no telling what Vaggie-" "Need not worry about that. I'm sure Charlotte won't mind her patron to get something in their stomach. And Miss Vagatha wouldn't dare do anything, not when I'm around," Alastor stated. Angel's eyes slightly lit up. He smiled brightly.

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Red String of Death | Radiodust
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