A/N:

Hi everyone! Here's the final chapter before Alastor and Angel's big first date ^w^ They're getting both getting ready and some other things are brewing too lol. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Partners

Chapter 31:

The Heart of Healthy Relationships

Vox stood on a battlefield this morning where, despite his best efforts, not much of a battle was happening. He'd found the airship, he'd found the snake, he'd found all those weird egg things, and he'd surrounded himself with electricity and sharp steel cables and challenged the the other overlord to a fight.

But the snake - whom the eggs had informed him was named Sir Pentious - had refused to open the airship door.

Now — over an intercom that Vox was pretty sure Sir Pentious didn't realize was on — the snake sighed dramatically, lamenting to his minions. "Oh, I'm in no state to fight! And especially not against some rowdy new-comer. For days I've been flying my ship around, advertising my presence, but that roguish rabble-rouser I met at the open house hasn't come to see me. And I can't find him anywhere. Perhaps he'd just prefer we never met at all. Do you think he really enjoyed my company that night?"

"Yes, boss!" A bunch of Egg Bois replied. "You're great company!"

"Thank you." Sir Pentious sniffled. "Now, bring me more cocoa please, Egg Bois."

Vox sighed very deeply. Maybe this guy couldn't give him a fight, but at least his embarrassing level of obsession was a good reminder not to let himself get all sappy and pining for Valentino or Alastor. Vox wondered if he had ever been so pathetic. Finally he pulled out a loudspeaker and called up to the airship. "Hello? I'm still an overlord…and still out here. I get that this is a 'bad time' for a turf war, but…that's not really how anything works in hell."

"Oh, who are you to judge or tell me what to do!" He heard the snake blow his nose into a hanky. "There are rules of engagement among gentlemen - hell or not. Follow them and find other prey, you rapscallion! I…wait…" The airship moved closer and Vox could see Pentious looking down at him from the cockpit. "You!" The snake's eyes glowed. "You were at the guest at the party - the one who made the chandelier fall and almost hit my friend!" Parts of the air ship began to whir and buzz and glow…and several large guns appeared. "Perhaps I can make an exception to fight YOU. Egg Bois, engage!" Cheers came from the minions.

And then very quickly Vox found himself dodging a rather aggressive barrage of death rays and laser beams and mechanical catapults filled with (weirdly eager) Egg Bois as ammunition. He ducked and shot electricity and cables at the air ship but was quickly overpowered. It was all he could do to keep from getting hit, let alone harm his foe.

Of course at that moment his phone went off. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the screen. Velvet. Oh boy. He tapped the phone and put her on speaker. "Vel? I'm…away right now, remember? And also kind of busy. Is this important?"

"Very! You know how soufflés fall when there's a loud sound? Well, don't you think it'd be funny if a soufflé blew up instead? Like BIG TIME blew up - crust and filling everywhere!"

Vox sighed and ducked another shot. "I think if you want to try that trick at one of your bakeries, go for it. Just don't bring it anywhere near Val."

"Too late…" she replied in a sing-song voice.

Then Vox heard shouting in the background. "Mother fucking damn it, Velvet, there you are! There's pastry everywhere! Do you know how much money it is to get my coat dry-cleaned?"

Vox resisted the urge to smile. "You bring him a surprise snack, Vel?"

"No - I left a DOZEN surprise snacks all around the studio and then I sounded an air horn on the intercom. Some of the pornos being shot are gonna have a very weird twist ending." She laughed. He heard her lean away from the phone. "Oh calm down, Val, you could use a break from that cliche pimp jacket anyway! Also, did you even TRY any of the pastry pieces? The one that blew up on you was chocolate…"

"No, I did NOT try any of the… And who the fuck are you on the phone with?" Valentino got closer, and Vox heard Velvet running — probably skipping, actually — away.

She giggled. "I'm talking to Voxy! He could have warned you not to go near any desserts I leave lying around, but since he's not here…"

"Hang the fuck up now!"

"My phone, my rules!" She blew a raspberry then spoke to Vox again. "Anyway, playing with Val isn't too bad, but when are you gonna come back and make him chill the fuck out?"

Vox was still narrowly avoiding an increasingly viscous attack from the snake. "Vel, I taking some time for myself. I'm…maybe not even sure that I WILL come back." He glanced away. "I don't know."

She sighed. "Well, it's boring without you. So make up your mind - or Val and I might accidentally kill each other and make it up for you. Anyway, gotta go! Bye, Voxy!" She hung up.

Vox tucked away the phone and nearly slipped on a pile of crushed Egg Bois. Finally with a growl he used a quick surge of his power to shoot a bunch of electrified cables at the airship and rip holes into the sides. Black smoke came from the ship and it started to descend. The intercom came back on. "Curse you, you blackguard! You haven't heard the last from me, Sir Pentious! I demand satisfaction!"

Vox smirked a little.

And then a final blast fired from the ray gun and singed the top of his antennae. He blinked and slowly backed away from the scene. Once out of sight he ducked into an alley and took a moment to catch his breath. That hadn't been the easy, ego-boosting fight he'd anticipated, but it was something at least.

Finally a smile broke onto his face at the idea of Valentino covered in soufflé with that angry little frown on his lips, and Velvet skipping manically around the studio. But he also sighed because he knew the last thing Velvet had said about her and Val killing each other was sort of true. The three of them together could balance out the tensions in their relationships (with Vox orchestrating most of the balancing since he was pretty much the only mature adult among them). But one-on-one, especially with those two…anything could happen eventually.

Velvet could take care of herself though and wouldn't kill Valentino as long as she could have fun with him, and Valentino knew better than to attempt offing an unpredictable psycho like her. They would be fine while he took care of himself - for now. In the meantime Vox decided to walk back home and not think about ever being as lovesick as Sir Pentious clearly was.

At the studio, Velvet hung up her phone and finally stopped prancing through halls once she reached the VIP room. Then she turned and waited for Valentino.

Sure enough, panting, he finally caught up with her. Bits of chocolate dessert were all over his clothes and face. He scowled, leaning against the doorframe for support. "Listen here…you crazy bitch…Do not run away…when I'm talking to you!" He finally caught his breath and brushed off some of the crumbs.

Velvet just shrugged and sat on a bar stool, playing with her phone. "You said I could cook as long as I didn't serve anything to the customers… Not my fault you didn't say anything about serving stuff to the workers here or you. Besides, you're always so serious." She scowled and pouted, imitating Valentino, then rolled her eyes. "Someone needs to take you down a peg every once in a while for funsies."

Valentino strode over to her, eyes narrowed. "Watch it! I have half a mind to shove you in one of the dance floor cages and make you work for a living."

A knife was at his throat so quickly that his eyes widened behind his glasses. Velvet's manic smile didn't change, she just tilted her head. "Don't even joke about that, Val. I'm an overlord too, not one of your whores. And you will never, ever, ever control me. Instead just play nice with me - and I'll play nice with you." She winked and tucked the knife away.

Valentino sighed deeply. Finally he moved away from her, poured himself a tall drink, then collapsed onto the couch.

"You miss Voxy?" Velvet asked casually, spinning on her bar stool.

Valentino scowled deeply and didn't turn to her. "Never." He downed half the glass. "I'll order some cakes for you to get delivered up here - stab and slice and cut them for as long as you want. Just give me some peace and quiet."

"Yay, cakes!" Velvet clapped her hands then started to lay out her favorite knives from the drawer.

Valentino acted like he was looking out of the large glass windows to the studio floor below but really he was looking at his reflection - all by himself except for a complete wildcard psychopath who only spouted reason between fits of violence. And he knew having Vox here would have made things easier. Vox made HELL easier. And he wasn't…so bad… Though the lust overlord didn't like admitting it.

Valentino drank deeply until his head swam then closed his eyes to avoid his reflection and Velvet and everything altogether.

Husk yawned in his bed and finally rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He'd been sleeping like crap the last few days anyway. He thought about just staying in bed, but he knew that if he didn't at least drag himself to the bar as a place to mope and nap and drink, he'd never get any peace from the others. He glanced at his phone. There was a text from Niffty, sent in the middle of the night. 'Sorry, Angel says he doesn't know the spider lady. But I'll keep looking! -Niffty 3 XOXO '. Husk groaned - nothing like starting the day with shitty news.

Gradually he sat up and stretched his arms and his wings. He licked one of his paws and brushed it over his face, then he stood and trudged over to the door and opened it.

There stood Alastor with a big grin - the Radio Demon leaned right into Husk's face. "Husker! When was the last time we chatted?"

Husk stumbled back and barely resisted hissing at the sudden surprise. "What the fuck?! How did you know I was up?"

"I didn't - I've been standing out here for an hour."

"Who the hell does that?"

"Me apparently!"

"Can't you at least wait til I get out to the bar - with the alcohol - before you come at me with your creepy bullshit." Husk rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Ha!" Alastor twirled his cane. "Usually, yes, but not today. No, I think a chat is just the things for us this morning. In private." The Radio Demon stepped over the threshold, and the door shut firmly behind him. The room grew dim, and Alastor's eyes were red.

Husk just looked at him with his usual grumpy face and sighed. He turned and walked toward his bed and gestured for Alastor to follow. "If you're gonna eat me, can I ask you to at least cook me in a wine sauce?" He sat on the edge of the bed.

Alastor walked over and snapped his fingers — a red velvet chair appeared, and he and sat. "Ha! Actually, Angel has introduced me to the concept of 'vodka sauce', which I think you'd prefer. But enough small talk…"

"I thought that's why were were here - for a 'chat' ," Husk grumbled.

"Small talk meanders - a chat is specific." Alastor leaned in close, propped up by his microphone. "Tell me about your new friend."

Husk raised an eyebrow. Then he blinked and groaned. "Ugh, not you too! Have you been talking to Niffty! I told her to keep quiet."

"Not at all!" Alastor shook his head. "I wanted to get my information direct from the source. Now tell me everything, Husker - I insist." Alastor's eyes narrowed.

Husk eyed him for a moment. "Why?"

Alastor didn't answer.

Husk's eyes widened. "She really is connected to Angel, isn't she? And that's why you care…" Alastor's eyes turned to radio dials but Husk ignored him." Niffty told me Angel said he didn't know her. But you know he actually does." He smirked. "Fine. You tell me what you know about Angel and that chick, I'll tell you what I know about my friend. Deal?"

Alastor blinked, and his eyes returned to normal. "A deal - from you? How interesting. Did you want to shake on this one too?" He held out his hand, green magic swirling around it.

Husk scowled. "Keep that fucking voodoo away from me or it's all off. I've already had my fair share of it for one afterlife."

Alastor removed his hand and shrugged. He crossed his legs, placed his hands in his lap, and turned his ears directly to Husk, ready to listen.

Husk shifted on the bed. "There's not too much to tell about her - I don't even know her name. Tall, blonde, spider. I caught her near the liquor, and when I tried to scare her off she kind of…pinned me to the bar and yelled a bunch of stuff in Italian at me. Then I mentioned Angel and she let me go and just asked a bunch of questions about the hotel - if it was a good place."

"What did you tell her?"

"That it sucked less than most places in hell. And that it was safe or whatever…" He sighed. "She seemed like she really wanted to know Angel was okay here. She was real emotional like that, and also smart and kinda funny I guess…"

"Husker, I do believe you're blushing."

"That's called 'thinking about getting laid', Alastor."

Now Alastor was the one to blush slightly, his glow brightening. "Regardless, you liked her."

Husk glanced away and shrugged. "She liked me first - I think."

Alastor cleared his throat and didn't press the matter. "So she was a tall, capable spider with moxie and a clear understanding of Italian… I see. Thank you for the information."

"Great, so I spilled to you - now you talk." Husk eyed him.

Alastor sighed. "I'm afraid I have little else to offer. I'm in the dark about her name too. But Angel does know her and he is going to look into the matter - privately. He seemed…rather distressed at her appearance here. I believe that's why he misled Niffty for the moment." He pointed his microphone at Husk. "If she does return, you will inform me - and you will be on your best behavior."

Husk just pushed the end of the microphone away. "I'm not the one of us who's a cannibal serial killer. Also I know how to treat ladies. And if anyone should know about her, it's probably Angel. But whatever, I guess I'll let you know too."

Alastor swung a fist through the air. "Fair enough!" He stood up. "Well, I feel all talked out for today. Enjoy your morning!" He waved and strolled over to the door. He glanced over his shoulder. "And Husker?"

Husk tilted his head.

"This conversation…" his head turned demonic, magic symbols swirling around it, "never happened!" He garbled out the final words in a static-laden voice.

Husk flopped back on his bed. "Yeah, yeah…whatever. Drama queen."

Alastor returned to norma.. "I'll be heading over to the Cannibal Colony now on business and then I'll be out tomorrow evening until late for similar reasons. In both cases only contact me in the event of an emergency - the spider girl counts as an emergency." The Radio Demon waved then snapped himself away.

Husk stayed in his room until his blushing finally subsided (along with lingering thoughts about the spider girl) then got up and went to the bar, his normal trudging steps just a little bit lighter.

Cherri sat on the roof ledge of an abandoned building, her phone to her ear. "A slumber party? Seriously?" She grinned and shook her head. "You guys are so fucking corny."

"Please say you'll come?" Charlie shouted eagerly from her end of the phone.

Cherri laughed and snorted through her nose. "Okay, okay. There's gonna be strippers at this thing, right?"

Vaggie sighed but there was a smile to her voice. "No strippers - but there'll be free food and drinks, maybe some music and movies, and just a good time. No explosives though please."

"Eh, we'll see." Cherri smirked. "Okay, I'll be there. And, hey, if a spirited game of spin the bottle leads to anything kinky, that's fine with me."

Charlie squeaked in embarrassment. "Very funny," Vaggie replied. "See you then, Cherri."

"Heh, see you, guys." Cherri hung up and checked the time on her phone. Then she frowned as she opened her text from Angel again. "Fuck…his problem's not about Radio Head, and it's not about Val… So what's up? I hate when you vague text, Angel."

"I vague text when I definitely want to talk about 'what's up' in person." She looked up to see Angel exit stairwell leading to the roof. "And this is a big one," he went on, brow furrowed.

Cherri tucked away her phone and crossed her arms. "Okay, then spill! I'm ready, waiting, and I've got enough explosives to flatten half the pentagram."

Angel bit his lip and paced. "It's…it's my family, Cherri. I think…at the open house…"

Cherri's eye widened. "Fuck, you found out?"

"You knew?! And you didn't tell me?" He scowled and held out his arms. "What the hell?"

"I just bumped into them in the ballroom…and it didn't seem like they were trying to cause any problems. And, well…" She crossed her arms and rolled her eye. "Pen was there and he kind of did me a solid, and Niss was WITH him, so we just agreed to part ways and not rat each other out. I'm sorry, Angie, I didn't mean to—"

"Wait, NISS?" Angel's jaw fell. "You're not talking about Molly?"

"MOLLY?" Cherri blinked. "Fuck, Molly was… Ugh, see this is why I told Charlie and Vaggie they need a damn bouncer for that place. Or at least someone to check who's waltzing through the door. That hotel's a damn free for all!"

"I need to sit down…" Angel brought a hand to his head and sat on the ledge.

Cherry sat down beside him with a frown. "You okay?"

"Nothing a hit of PCP wouldn't help."

Cherri rolled her eye. "You're trying to quit, remember?"

"Yeah…" Angel sighed. "And this is why I stay away from the triggering mess that is my family. I'm still working on healthy coping mechanisms." Angel closed his eyes. "Just tell me that HE wasn't there too."

Cherri knew who he meant. "Didn't see him. And you know he'd make a big show of it if he came." She spoke gently. "Angel…look…Niss just seemed like he was checking on you, making sure you were okay."

"Whatever." Angel opened his eyes but looked away.

"Also I…I don't think he knew Molly was there. Niss cares about her just as much as you do. If they did go together he'd never leave her side. But he spent the whole night with Pentious." She tried to smile and hoped it would make her friend smile. "You know how that snake is when he finds someone's ear to talk off."

Angel at least wasn't frowning anymore. "He didn't know about her… And I bet she didn't know about him either." He sighed. "Yeah, only the spider siblings would be ridiculous enough to plan separate schemes on the same night at the same place. And of course I didn't know either of 'em were there because I was too busy doing a scheme of my own with Smiles." He blushed a little.

Cherri put her hand on his shoulder. "Want me to tell Niss you want to talk? Then maybe I'll put some feelers out to find Molly?"

Angel shrugged. "I guess Niss and I should talk for her sake. And you can try about Molly but…I think she might come back to the hotel on her own. Apparently she made a friend."

"Who?"

"Fucking Husk." Angel smiled a little.

Cherri blinked and grinned. "Hmm…hot dad-bod Bar Cat with a mouth on him and an impressive wingspan. Not bad…"

"Oh my god, please never talk about Husk or my sister like that ever again." Angel laughed, blushing more. "Although fair point about the hot dad-bod."

Cherri laughed and stood then held out her hand. Angel took it and pulled himself up. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up," she went on. "Apparently there's gonna be a slumber party at the hotel Saturday night. Charlie and Vaggie just invited me. Why don't you skip work and come too? You are the queen of makeovers, babe."

Angel's eyes widened. "I can't! I mean…I-I just got back to work, I shouldn't ditch so soon, heh." He cringed a little. He'd always been terrible at lying to Cherri.

She lowered her eyelid in a dry look. "Well, that's a fuckin' load. What's up?" She scowled. "Is Val giving you a hard time again? I thought Radio Head worked out a deal."

"He did!" Angel held up his hands. "It's just…I have plans for Saturday night that aren't work, but they're private for now." His eyes shyly met hers.

Cherri raised her eyebrow. But then she blinked and smirked. "Something private, huh? Okay, you do you… But when it's not private anymore, I want details."

Angel blushed more and smiled a bit again. "Thanks. The girls think I'm working, so just stick to that story with them."

"You got it, Angie." She gave him a playful nudge. "Now come on, before we deal with all this Niss and Molly drama, let's get some burgers - I'm starved."

"And fries, please! I need salt and savory stuff! Breakfast this morning was…a lot of sweets, heh." Angel tried not to blush even more.

"All of it, Angie - let's pig out."

They strolled over to the staircase leading down from the rooftop.

"Hey," Angel shrugged, "like how big of a solid did Pen do for you and Niss?"

"Kind of pretty big," Cherri sighed. "Sort of saved us from getting crushed by that chandelier Vox knocked down."

"Damn. Maybe we shouldn't kick his ass so much next time we attack him?"

"Ugh, fine. But let's not make a habit of it."

They headed down to the street.

Rosie sat at a table in the back room of the Emporium talking on an old-fashioned rotary phone. "Princess Charlie, I appreciate the slumber party invitation very much. But unfortunately between cannibal affairs and the next stage of rebuilding Alastor's radio tower, I don't think Mimzy and I can attend. It's very hard for both of us to step away from the colony for that long right now. But we'd love to join you the next morning for breakfast if you'd like."

As Charlie replied in agreement, Rosie raised an eyebrow and glanced at the door. "Marvelous. We'll see you then. Take care, dear." She hung up and smiled more. "Alastor, why do you insist on trying to surprise me? I can always sense you coming a mile away."

The door to the back room opened and Alastor strode inside. "Ha!" Alastor laughed and closed the door behind him. "You can't blame a demon for trying, darling." Rosie stood up - they gave each other a small bow, then Rosie sat and Alastor sat.

Rosie smiled. "It's so good to see you up and about, Alastor. There's a little extra spring in your step, I do believe."

Alastor glowed a bit more brightly. "Of course! My powers have been restored anew, the hotel is getting yet another fresh guest, the colony here is running smoothly, and I see my tower is in phase two of reconstruction. All excellent tidings!"

"Would you like to make a visit to the tower? Mimzy was just out picking up some lunch. We could eat together then head over."

"Actually…I had another request in mind." Alastor swallowed and some faint static buzzed around his ears. "I require a new garment."

"Updating your style?" Rosie's eyes brightened. "Does this mean you'll finally let me fix the tatters in your coats? A sharp young man deserves sharp and tidy hemlines.

"Ha, no! I still think my signature tattered look is a fair warning to others that even though I'm a gentleman, I'm always ready for a tussle - and ready to rip into a good fresh corpse." The two of them shared a laugh. Then Alastor cleared his throat and went on 'casually'. "No, no, I…merely want a special outfit for a special occasion. Nothing fancy just something new and different from what I usually create for myself - and I need it for Saturday night. I know the notice is short, but I hoped there might be something on the rack you could recommend."

Rosie tilted her head. "Are you staying in or going out?"

Alastor gripped his cane and tried very hard to keep his glow moderate. "Going out."

"I see. That means this outfit isn't for stopping by the 'ladies night in' Princess Charlie just told me about. And it means you have very specific plans - that I don't know about. How unusual."

One of Alastor's eyes twitched. "Oh yes, Charlie and Vagatha throwing a little gathering! Ha! What a fun time. Niffty told me earlier that she was cleaning for it until late last night - I'm sure it will be a smash!"

Rosie's smile grew. "I told Charlie that Mimzy and I couldn't attend but that we would stop by for breakfast." She leaned a bit closer. "Now do tell me, dear, where are you going?"

Alastor pouted a little despite his smile. "I don't have to explain everything to—"

Rosie sighed, her smile weary. "Alastor, if I don't at least know the basics of the occasion how am I supposed to make an ensemble recommendation?"

Alastor's pout softened. "My apologies. I know I can be…secretive to the point of stubbornness sometimes." He took a breath. "Honestly, I'm not sure what activities will be involved or where. Or for how long." His ears drooped a little in confusion. "I wish I could be more detailed, but I have made certain promises to another party at the moment. The only thing I can say for certain is that I wish to make a sincere effort at presenting myself well. But not an excessive effort. And you know subtlety has never bring my strong point. Ha…"

Rosie put her hand on the table near Alastor's. Her smile was soft. "I understand. And I am going to make you something."

Alastor's eyes widened. "As I said, this short notice, and you've already taken on so much lately regarding the colony. I will be fine with anything you could recommend from the racks…"

"Perish the thought." She winked. "I'm going to create something exactly suited to your needs and my intuition. I insist."

Alastor's smile grew in a sincere way, reaching into his eyes. "Thank you, my dear friend - for everything." He took her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. She squeezed back.

They heard some sounds outside and then Mimzy pushed open the door with her hip, carrying bags of hot food. "I got everything, Rosie - pour the tea because I am thirsty AND hungry. Alastor!" Mimzy set the bags down and dashed over to him with a bright smile. "What a nice surprise! What are you doing here?"

Rosie stood. "Alastor is going to have a special outfit made by me. But I'm afraid I'll need you to run the Emporium while I work on it - rush job for this weekend. Do you mind, Mimzy?"

"Not at all!" Mimzy leaned up and kissed Rosie's cheek. She pulled back, her eyes hazed and blushing. "I'll keep the cannibals happy. You go show hell why you're the best seamstress down here. Just make sure you stop to eat dinner, even if it's late. I get lonely without you."

"Of course." Rosie took Mimzy's hand and gave the back a kiss, and they giggled.

Alastor's heart fluttered. He could so easily imagine himself and Angel in an easy relationship like this, and he yearned to try.

Rosie grabbed the bags and set them on the table. "Very well, we'll get to work straight away. But first of all, lunch! Alastor, please join us - it's been so long, and I like making sure you get a decent meal in you. Then I'll get started on designing your ensemble."

Alastor nodded to her. He eyed the bags as Mimzy unpacked them. "Is that all demon flesh?"

"Some." Mimzy shrugged.

"We'll give you extra helpings to help you keep feeling nice and strong," Rosie assured.

Alastor swallowed. "I…think I would prefer to abstain until after the weekend actually. Might there be some venison in the freezer instead?"

"We've got some raw and marinating in the ice box! One of your recipes! I'll get it on the stove." Mimzy zipped out of the room.

Rosie raised an eyebrow at Alastor.

Alastor noticed and glanced away, glowing. "My reason is…complicated."

She nodded. "As long as you're taking care of yourself and happy, I'm happy too, Alastor."

Alastor smiled more and used his magic to quickly snap the rest of the food out onto the table along with plates, cutlery, glasses, a pitcher of sweet tea, and a bottle of wine. Mimzy returned once the venison was in the oven and the three sat down to begin their meal and catch up.

On a rooftop near the heart of Pentagram city, a tall lady spider demon hidden in a trench coat and wide brimmed hat watched the Hazbin Hotel. No one attacked it, no evil magic surrounded it, and no one seemed to avoid the building in fright. Maybe it really was a good place. She couldn't go near it in broad daylight like this - she'd risk getting caught and upsetting Angel. But maybe one of these nights she would try, when she could hide more easily.

Maybe Husky would let her in. They could share a bottle again while he told her about her brother. Only if that funny cat remembered her of course: so many people had been at the open house after all. The idea just seemed like a nice way to ease into talking to Angel himself.

Molly relaxed against a brick wall. She looked at her spider arms and her four legs - a body got used to being part animal after a while. Angel had definitely gotten used to it - she'd seen him on the stage, dancing and singing and looking so happy. She wouldn't let herself leave this place without talking to him first. She just didn't know where to start.

A/N:

Thank you for reading! Next time we'll officially get into the date - there's a lot of cute stuff, and I really hope you'll like it :333 I'm taking a break from updates next weekend but I'll be back the weekend after that. Thank you for waiting and for your support!

Take care!

-Azure129