Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 13 ♥

Angel began his day early. He had gotten himself free for today and tomorrow by offering to work more shifts on the weekend and doing unusual consumers that paid well. 

Angel was wearing his jogging suit again. He had on hot pink jogging pants that went up to his navel, a hot pink sports-like bra, which minimized his fluff size, and a yellow cropped shirt that fell off his shoulders. The shirt had a cute, simple drawing of a pig on it. To top off his outfit, he had on white sneakers that had yellow and pink designs on them. 

Angel's hair was already done and he wasn't wearing much makeup, just lip balm and a light blush on his cheeks. He honestly didn't need any makeup at all, his lips held a natural shine and softness and his cheeks were perfectly rose gold pink, even with his fur. 

He was in his room with Fat Nuggets and Cherri. 

"And his food is in the kitchen when it's dinner," Angel told Cherri, who was sitting on Angel's bed, Nuggets on her lap, awake. Cherri laughed a little. "Angie, I got this. He'll be fine," Cherri said reassuringly. Angel smiled. "Thanks for watching him again," he said. "Yeah...! But why are you goin' out anyway? I know today's not you're off day," Cherri said. "I'm just helping Alastor with somethin'," Angel said. "With what? You never told me you owed him... Did he find out about the kiss...?!" Cherri asked, worry obvious in her voice. Angel burst into laughter. "Fuck no! He doesn't know shit and I'll keep it that way," Angel said, smiling at Cherri. Cherri studied Angel's face for a little before she smiled softly. "What are you helping him with?" Cherri asked. "I really dunno yet," Angel said, shrugging. "But it was an excuse to get outta work, so fuck it," Angel said. Cherri snickered. "Yeah, as long as you're out," Cherri said. 

Angel smiled, giggling. "I gotta go. I shouldn't be out long. If I am, don't worry 'bout it. Alastor can't let me die or nothin'," he said. "... Maybe I should go, just in case," Cherri said. Angel walked to his door, eyes on Cherri. "I'm fine, toots. Ya worry so much 'bout me!" Angel said, opening his door, but still looking at Cherri. "Bye Sugartits, Bye Nuggies, my beautiful baby~," Angel said in his flirtatious tone before he walked out and shut the door. 

Angel walked down the hall. It didn't take him all too long to reach the lobby. 

The other two patrons were on the couch, chatting happily to each other. 

Husk, of course, was at the bar, but Niffty was there. She was standing on a chair, talking to Husk. 

Angel walked up to the two. He wasn't mad at them for stopping him from getting his diary from Rosie the other night. He couldn't be. They were only doing as they were told. They were only following their contract. Angel knew about that all too well. 

"Hey Niffty, Husky~," Ange said before he purred out the cat's name. Husk gave Angel a disgusted look before he looked away. Angel raised an eyebrow before he relaxed and chuckled. "If you're thinkin' about the other night...! It's fine, I forgive you," Angel said, a sly smirk on his lips. "You think I need your forgiveness?" Husk hissed out. "Is somethin' wrong kitty?" Angel asked in a little more serious. 

Husk ignored Angel, which was normal, so Angel turned to Niffty. 

"Have ya seen Al anywhere? We should be leavin' now," Angel said. Niffty looked at Angel then down. "No," Niffty said a little quietly. Angel raised an eyebrow. "You okay doll?" Angel asked. Niffty looked away from Angel. "Shouldn't you be at work right now...? I thought you were off 3 days from now," Niffty said. 

Angel was completely caught off guard. 

"I got off so Alastor and I could solve this... dilemma," Angel said, slowly speaking and choosing his wording carefully. Niffty looked at Angel. "You're trying to get out of it?" Niffty asked. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" Angel said, chuckling a little. Niffty smiled. "If that's the case, Alastor should be here in just a few minutes!" Niffty said with her usual happy persona. Angel wasn't dense, no matter how he let people perceive him. "No offense, but I ain't into overlords. Let alone a psychotic one, so ya worried yer pretty little head over nothin'," Angel said.