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Drip, drop..
Drip, drop...
Drip, drop....
The constant pitter of blood broke the silence in Charlie's ears as she sighed, tilting her head back in annoyance. "For Hell's sake, Alastor, I'm not letting you in." she groaned, fiddling with the script in front of her, her eyes flicking absently from one word to another, the splatter of blood distracting her from her commercial. "Oh? But why, little miss Morningcycle?" He chuckled, "Don't you know how to treat a guest like myself? You want this.. Hotel to work, after all." Charlie could only silently roll her eyes in response.
The princess arose from her seat, setting the paper aside on the lavish coffee table. She shuffled her way to the door, exhaling deeply before resting her hand on the doorknob.
"Okay, okay. Just.. clean up your blood trail..? And I'll consider it." She said, turning the handle, revealing the self-proclaimed "Tampon Demon". He wore a smile, his teeth stained with blood, matching his clothes. He was certainly messy, yet a type of messy one would have to upkeep. His suit and pants were white, with the crimson staining a large portion of both, including his hair. It was fluffy, with pointy, fluffed ears that faded into the same red tint, with red tips as well. He was entirely one shade, even skin tone, besides the red, of course. Albino demons are oddly white I guess..
"Well then! Thank you for your consideration, I'll be sure to make this venture work for the both of us, my dear! But first," he slyly crept his way inside, taking a look around, "Perhaps we could make a deal?"