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[appliances]

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debauchery!!

[changehands]

[It has been another productive meeting in Heaven where nothing at all was settled. So while Michael is still in Heaven and not down below doing something weird to Uriel, Metatron has taken upon himself to do weird things to him instead!

He waves happily while blocking the beautiful hallway. Yo!]

Hey! Long time no see.

already disgusting

[worth]

[Meetings in Heaven are stressful, half because no one gets anything done and half because they would get things done if everyone would just listen to him for five seconds. It's very difficult, being Michael.

So difficult.

He's going about his usual post-meeting sulky march back to whatever rooms he pointedly does not sleep in (he's burned every bed someone tried to put in there), when--great, it's this guy.

... he won't even mention it's been about ten minutes since they saw each other, he won't rise to that bait...]

What do you want?

you love it

[changehands]

[He's practicing saying it for when Michael finally fucking goes to sleep for once.

The sulky demeanor does nothing to hinder Metatron's unnecessary peppiness.]

There's been some amazing finds this month! [Even though his other gifts were so rudely destroyed (so rude) he whips out two more. A fancy box of tea leaves and an even fancier tin of bonbons.]

An amazing new tea from Africa! It's apparently unrivaled in reducing stress- [He leans in close, like he is telling a secret] a worthy dark horse against those common teas like Chamomile. [He straightens up again. He looks even happier about this one.] And these delectable candies! They are worthy for God himself, I can attest to that. A little treat for our representative that works so hard.

don't accuse me of such things

[worth]

[Ha ha good luck practicing that for the next several millenia.

Michael looks from Metatron to his ridiculous gifts, and doesn't even pretend he's not kind of grossed out by the prospect of accepting sweets from him. He takes half a step back automatically, but that isn't far enough back to save him from the sudden onslaught of gross trash in his personal bubble.

The affronted sneer on his face is truly timeless.]

What do you think you're-- [oh, he moved away again, never mind. Michael reaches out and shoves his hands away, anyway, like they'll infect him if he actually touches presents from Metatron... you never know.]

Go waste someone else's time with your simpering stories and treats!

shhh only angels now

[changehands]

[You wound him. Metatron looks down at his LOVING gifts and sighs. How could anyone refuse bonbons?]

You'd feel better if you just accepted the gifts. You've got to spice up life every once in a while.

[Said in a chiding tone. He holds the boxes out again. Come on, you know you want his gross human things.]

i can't believe this

[worth]

[Like this: Michael makes an indignant little noise, then whaps one of the boxes pretty hard from the side, intending to knock it to the ground. Then, even though it doesn't need to be said and Metatron is awful!!--]

I feel fine! As if I need [invasive caretaking] advice from a cretin like you.

[STEPPING TO THE SIDE...]

[changehands]

[There goes the tea. Metatron watches it fly and crash onto the ground, he even makes a little sad sound at the leaves strewn across the floor. Littering, another sin to add to Michael's list.

Whoa now, are you trying to get away? If Michael stomps away he will just follow like always.]

Of course! I do not doubt your abilities!

[Metatron pops open the tin still in hand and stuffs a bonbon into his fat face. He can't let them go to waste now! Guess who is talking with is mouth full, by the way.]

However, if the leader suffers so do the underlings.

[worth]

[You take that back, littering isn't a sin and THIS IS HIS HEAVEN HE CAN LITTER IF HE WANTS.

He is stomping away, though, and set on completely ignoring the yappy puppy commentary behind him. There must be some armies to direct somewhere, or some memos from Raphael he should be returning without reading...

But if the leader suffers-- Michael stops, bristling, and throws a glare over his shoulder. Who do you think you are, using lines like that on him.]

I didn't ask for a consultation. [god how gross he eats like a human] You-! Who do you think is suffering?

[changehands]

[Whatever! It's someone else's problem now because these bitches be walking. Michael's going to have to flounce in a storm of feathers if he wants to be rid of Metatron this time.

Speaking of which, look at this hilarious bristling over such an innocent statement.]

I get warn out just looking at you. It's suffering for me to watch.

[This is the level of subtlety that Michael operates on, right?]

[worth]

[Don't tempt him, you half-and-half human. The bristling persists...]

Then don't. Go, eat your chocolates and make something useful of yourself!

[Those things--aren't related, eating chocolate isn't innately useful. Just go away.]

I know what you're doing, and I will tell you again-- [complete with accusatory point] You know nothing!

[armonica]

[ It really doesn't matter the context, since regardless, Hannah is probably standing nearby hoping she doesn't lose an eye. That's just annoying and painful!! So what shenanigans are you up to today, Alois, and do they involve Hannah making sure you don't accidentally off yourself. ]

[ this starter sucks i'm sorry ]

"what would be dumb" i asked myself

[loosetongue]

[Since it is a day ending in y, Alois is doing something that toes the line between ridiculous and just plain idiotic. The reason he is spending his afternoon occasionally calling Hannah names instead of batting his eyes at Claude is likely because somebody has to take care of the whole fucking manor, butlers, etc. Maybe Alois burnt down another room, that's a good one.

So while someone else is scraping ashes off more ashes, Alois has happily forced Hannah out into the gardens. And because he is a little hellion who can't just look at a flower bush without shoving half his body into it, the part where he suddenly lets out a strangled cry of anguish and spins around looking pained should be no surprise.

it turns out roses have thorns and alois is a fucking moron, look at his wounded hands

also this is hannah's fault somehow]

Hannah!

another quality day at the trancy household

[armonica]

[ And dutifully, Hannah of course follows him outside without complaint, though her eyes are always kept towards the ground. It's respect, to her, because like all demons, she takes the serving thing way too fucking seriously, though as soon as he cries out, she looks up with a soft, alarmed gasp. Anyone else would probably lament that Alois is a moron, but Hannah is genuinely concerned, and quickly moves to his side. ]

Young Master...

[ Since she has both eyes at this point, unfortunately she's not carrying around extra bandages, but she does begin to lift her apron to clean off his hands. ]

ova: "trancys fuck up their own house again"

[loosetongue]

[Thankfully Alois is too distraught over his cuts to berate her about looking at him, or speaking to him or whatever today's special issue is. He's visibly upset, because this is Hannah and not Claude and so he doesn't have to put on a show like a dipshit...

He won't accept an apron chafing his delicate skin!! though, wow. He pulls his hands back with an affronted tsk.]

Don't you have something better than that! You carry a handkerchief, don't you, you stupid woman—

spin-off series about this very topic

[armonica]

I—

[ She hesitates, and draws the apron back, but shakes her head. Usually, yes, she did, but she probably got blood on it after Alois had decided to beat her up for arbitrary reason #3121 and she had needed to mop up her own blood. Of course, she regrets not grabbing another one now...

She lets the apron settle back against her and clasps her hands in front of herself before bowing shallowly. ]

...I apologize. Shall I fetch one now?

[ or are you going to throw a bigger tantrum about that, all signs point to yes ]

writing a petition rn

[loosetongue]

[the magic 8 ball that is Alois' moody baby lifestyle is correct]

[Of the multitude of things that go through his mind to do to her in response to not being prepared (mostly slapping, honestly), he somehow grasps the concept of not aggravating his hands even more. So - although he has to lean forward and stretch a bit to reach, because he is super small - when she bows, he makes a grab for her braided hair and yanks.]

What do you think you're playing at? You must think it's funny, carrying on without a care in the world— Too bad it damn well isn't! Shall I have Claude teach you how to do your job properly?

[He doesn't know what goes on among his demonic staff, but since he (with a ton of bias) assumes Claude is the most threatening of them, well. #management]

ALOIS U LIL SHIT

[belfire]

[Another day in Haven, another meet up with Alois that was totally not Kazuya checking up on him nope, not at all. He was just conveniently walking past the brat's housing block, and just so happened to see him in that vicinity. Pure coincidence. Yup]

Oi, Alois!

[A gruff, semi-pleasant greeting complete with a 'c'mere' gesture people usually reserved for dogs? You're a gentleman, Kaz]

C'mere!

that's it that's the thread

[loosetongue]

[Alois has been enjoying having heat and light and running water in Haven lately, and it's managed to keep him in higher spirits than normal even if he has to live with people who, uh, hate him— details. So what he's doing when Kazuya suddenly calls out to him is actually returning to the housing block, maybe to go laze around like he owns the place.

Kazuya's presence isn't unwelcome though, at least until he gives him that gesture... that's flattering. u rude boy]

What? [complete with a hand cupped behind his ear] You'll have to speak more clearly!

perf friendship

[belfire]

[Kazuya frowned at that, and then leaned forwards, cupping his hands around his mouth, and, taking a deep breath;]

I SAID C'MERE, ALOIS!

omg i'm already dying

[loosetongue]

Oh! That's better! [Cheerfully, like he really couldn't hear him the first time. He hopes a few neighbors peered judgmentally out their windows after that display, to be honest - but it's good enough for him! There's even a spring in his step as he saunters over.]

What is it?

always making a scene, can't go anywhere these two

[belfire]

[Let them stare! No, really, Kazuya was completely oblivious about the scene he must've made screaming at the top of his lungs like that, and he straightened up as Alois trotted over, planting his hands on his hips as he gave the younger teen a critical stare]

Just saw you and thought I'd say 'hi'. [a long pause - Kazuya did not think this totally not a check up on the mentally unstable teenager through very well. What could he say after that? Curse his lack of social ability to smoothly make small talk!] So, um. Hi.

the disaster duo at their finest

[loosetongue]

[That earns him an even longer pause coupled with a very nearly incredulous stare. Alois' lips part in a little "o" like he truly has no idea how to respond to that— and honestly, he doesn't.

Of course it doesn't occur to him that someone would come checking up on him. So after that pause, his little smirk is back, if somewhat unsure.]

You are a very, very strange boy. [...] Hello.

[belfire]

I-I'm not strange! [....that much!] What, can't a guy say hello to a friend or somet- I mean! Just say hello to someone!?

[WHY DID HE SAY FRIEND THAT JUST SLIPPED OUT ABORT THE SOCIAL SITUATION FLY, KAZUYA]

[loosetongue]

[So strange! But oh, there is not even a chance Alois missed that slip. Again, something in him stirs; Kazuya might be a big grump, but he's so unforgivably earnest that Alois can hardly keep up.

Which is not to say that he doesn't grin much wider, because he does, nor is it to say that he doesn't suddenly bound the remaining distance between them to wrap both his arms around Kazuya's, because he does. Probably habit...??]

You did! But you know you don't have to do such odd things to get my attention.

[belfire]

Wha-!?

[Kazuya froze completely when Alois practically hugged him, his expression very much like a rabbit cornered by a pack of bloodthirsty hounds. It wasn't that he was twitchy about physical contact - on the contrary, he was quite touchy feely with those that he liked - but the hug just took him so completely by surprise that, in his flustered state, he found himself bewildered on what the next (appropriate) response should be.

Um.]

I-I wasn't- like- that- not odd but- just-

[Oh. Is his face getting red? It is]