"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."
"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."
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.
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