Prompt: Emalf/Vendetto [Secret Notes]
Vendetto stormed away in frustration and annoyance – he definitely blew off his dad after another petty argument they'd had. If this kept up, he almost wondered if he should stick around in the Flame world at all, clearly he wasn't needed here by the–, he stopped on his tracks, mind momentarily drifting away from the previous events, when he saw a piece of paper halfway slipped under the front door of his house.
He knelt to pick it up and unfold it, which looked to be a note.
'I like the way you make me feel, even when you're nowhere near.'
Staring blankly at it for a minute, then trying to think what this was all about. No senders name or something of the sort, not even his own name to address - he wondered if it was mailed to him by mistake. He couldn't give it to the right person either. He shrugged, tossing away the paper and forgetting about it.
In the days that followed by, the demon felt it was much too coincidental the second and third time when he got more notes similar to the previous one.
'I wish you'd listen closer to the songs I play, 'cause the lyrics speak the words I can't say.'
as well as
'Hey crush, I hope you aren't crushing on somebody else.'
Vendetto couldn't really tell, but he figured it likely wasn't just some prank. He didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet, so he decided instead of brushing it off yet again, he'd tell his best buddy the news and see what he thinks.
They wandered around the Flame World, trying to avoid their devil's extremely bad current mood, as he brings up the topic - "I've been gettin' these weird notes lately… they look like love letters, but I dunno man…"
"Oh, you know who sent 'em?" asked Emalf casually, not really seeing it as a big deal.
"Nah, no sender's name or anything." the other responded.
"Huh…" Emalf merely shrugged and didn't really say anything more about it, as they moved on to gossip about other things.
A fourth and fifth one was sent to him a few days later. He was determined to search and look them over again, finally recognizing the almost identical way they were all written, same handwriting and format – he remembered a specific person that used red ink to write.
He brings up the subject again when they're sitting at a bar - "The notes are still comin'? Wonder who likes you that much." the shades-wearing demon mused, taking a sip of his own alcoholic beverage.
His friend nodded in agreement with a slight mischievous grin, but didn't take his eyes off of the other, as if trying to inspect him. The other seemed to notice this, "Eh? What're you smilin' about?"
"Okay, get this, alright…" the blonde demon started, "What if –hypothetically – if you were to send nameless letters to anybody, and were found out and asked about it? Would ya confirm and admit to it?"
The other seemed to think for a bit, "I mean, I guess so? If they figured it out, no point in tryin' to hide it anymore."
Vendetto couldn't help but smile smugly in slight amusement, not failing to notice the slight pink tinted on his pale cheeks.
"Well, are you gonna do it right now then?"