[CLOSED] Learning to Live Together is Fun!

[lonelysmiles]

Who: Alastor and Angel Dust
Which: Log, CLOSED
Where: Alastor and Angel's treehouse (the knock-off Hazbin Hotel)
What: Catch-all log for August roommate shenanigans
Warnings: It's Alastor and Angel Dust. They are two demons from literal Hell. They have done terrible things and are likely to discuss terrible things.


I told you it was pretty much useless.

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Snitches Get Stitches: The Great Cucumber Debacle

[itsytitsyspider]

The days passed mostly uneventful at the 'Happy Tree Friends' manor. I say mostly. Sharing a singular space in such close quarters was different from living in a mostly empty vast hotel where if they grew tired of each other's company, they could retreat to their respective floors. Hell, they could go days without seeing each other if they wanted to. That wasn't really an option here. Not that the spider had minded it. He rather enjoyed waking up to some eye candy first thing in the morning, though probably much to his roommate's utter annoyance.

Though their time at the beach, Angel felt that they had shared a least a little comradery. Nothing like talking trash to bring demons people closer together. Out of everyone here, Alastor was truly the only one who could relate to certain... situations. It had been fun blowing off some steam that day, meeting new people... But there was one little nagging problem. Thanks to a certain Avatar of Greed, he was left feeling very pent up. It had been nearly a whole fucking month since he's... gotten biblical with someone and the porn star was at his wits end. And unfortunately... all of his personal alone time toys where back in Hell. Just his fucking luck.

But when there is a will there is a way. Back in the ye olden times, they didn't need fancy gizmos to get off. Anything can be used for your entertainment with enough imagination and olive oil~ He knew just the thing to search for. After living here for a month, the porn star had learned some of the deer's habits. Look, he pays attention sometimes, okay? Like today, he knew what time Alastor would not be home so he may raid the kitchen for his prize. He was pretty sure if the radio host knew of his scheme, that he would not approve. So once he was safely alone, or so he thought, he crept out of his bedroom.

Making a b-line for the kitchen, Angel scoured for anything he could use. Opening up cabinets, leaning over to peer into drawers... Nope, too sharp.... Hmm... not big enough... Ah-ha! Sitting on he counter, Angel spotted a wicker basket with freshly gathered produce. Alastor must have gotten them this morning. How thoughtful? Sitting front and center like a gift from the dark one himself, was a perfectly plump cucumber. Picking it up, the starlet inspected it with a critical eye. Hmm.. yes, this is ergonomically sound, ideal length and girth. This shall do nicely~

Tucking it under on arm, Angel retreats to his room before anyone could find out of his cucumber caper.