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[omertae]

I got gas in the tank
I got money in the bank
I got news for you, baby,
You're looking at the man ☞

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[omertae]

Angelo puffs out a sigh and ducks his head out of the way. "Until I tell you that I'm picking up Gabbana later this morning."

[likenemesis]

Alastor stares at him, and then starts to roll off the bed. "Okay, I'm out."

[omertae]

Angelo snorts, flopping onto his back. "Go on, get. If it's between you and the cat, I'm sorry, you gotta go."

[likenemesis]

"Believe me, I know where I stand," Alastor informs him, dressing with a whirl of magic into the same jeans and t-shirt he was wearing last night. "And I'm not interested in playing second fiddle to a naked mole rat. It was nice while it lasted."

[omertae]

"Don't talk about him like that," Angelo says wearily. "All cats are naked."

[likenemesis]

"Their fur is their clothes," Alastor insists. "Your cat is naked. Just accept that it's weird and creepy, everyone else does."

[omertae]

"If he's weird and creepy then you two should fuckin' get along like a house on fire."

[likenemesis]

"He's the one acting like an asshole, I've never done anything to him." Alastor sniffs and fixes his shirt like he's making a point. "You give me a call when you feel like rearranging your loyalties."

[omertae]

"You just wait by the phone, I'm sure that call'll come in sometime before I die." Angelo grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed and tosses it firmly at Alastor. "Vaffanculo."

[likenemesis]

Alastor catches the pillow and chucks it back at him with a smirk. "Love to hear you sweet-talk. Alla prossima, tesoro mio." Then, like ashes blowing away in a sudden, swift wind, he's gone.