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continued from here, from @poisonedspider -- I had to do the thing. Crimson is legitimately awful, but I hope Angel enjoys making his head explode. I can't see this going anywhere good, but xD hopefully it'll be entertaining.

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Chaz smirked when he saw the numbers go up and up and up on his video. He'd known this was a good idea! Who wouldn't want to watch HellTok videos about crime? It was good for the business, really! Just because Crimson didn't understand didn't mean it was a bad idea. The guy was practically a dinosaur, his understanding of tech was so shitty. Besides, showing his softer side had clearly helped entertain the masses--or, well, talking about Angel Dust had, at least. People liked the porn star, and so video related to him tended to do well. Seeing all of the likes and the comments was amazing...

Until Angel Dust himself commented.

The shark had been lounging in bed, idly toying with some broken headphones, when that notification popped up. He choked on nothing and slammed his head into the lamp, he sat up so quickly. "Holy shit! He actually saw it...? Holy shit!"

Not overly in possession of sense, the shark raced out of his room and down to Crimson's bedroom, bursting in.

"Angel Dust commented! He wants you to romance him!" he shouted, completely not misinterpreting the comment at all.

Crimson narrowed his eyes and, slowly, put his book down. "I'd ask what the fuck you're talking about, but that would imply I care. Do us both a favor and go get yourself some beauty sleep, huh? You could use it."

"Nooo," Chaz protested, "you don't understand! He wants you to romance him, he likes you!"

The imp snorted quietly. "Uh huh. And I'm a daisy. Go to bed, Chaz; I want to finish this chapter."

Frustrated, frowning, Chaz whined just once before he did as he was told. But, once in bed, he realized there was still mischief he could do. He could find a way to get those two together. He had a few snapshots of Crimson that no one else would have, and a few minutes was all the time it took to make a Fangzbook profile for the mob boss. Over the next hour, Chaz did what he could to make it look authentic...

Then sent Angel Dust a friend request along with a message, as Crimson:

[Saw your comment. Glad to know you enjoy romance. If that doesn't count as seduction though, what does? You tell me how you want to be seduced. I'll deliver. Yours, Crimson.]

There was absolutely no way, Chaz thought, tucking his arms behind his head and smiling up at the ceiling, that this could backfire.

When the reply came, Chaz had to muffle his own delighted laughter. He rolled over onto his stomach, kicking his heels, as he read the message.

"Flirty," he purred, laughing again. Angel was good. He was sweet, smooth, and already establishing that he wanted someone to make an effort, that he wasn't here to do all of the work himself. He was too good for Crimson, really, but like, why not? Why not keep riding this crazy-train until it dropped everyone off somewhere? The worst thing that could happen was that someone stopped messaging, right? And, best case scenario? Angel and Crimson might actually get married!

That was clearly on the table here.

"Okay. Think, Chaz. If I were a mafia boss, what would I.... hmmm..." He rolled around again, getting tangled up in his sheet, before replying:

>>Care to join me for dinner sometime? I can get you access to the ferry, get you a trip down to Greed. You like a human cuisine called Italian?

There!

Absolutely nothing could go wrong!

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Vox had been dozing off while generating reports on user data from Greed when a few key words set off chimes. He sat up and shook his head, ran his hands down his screen, then straightened his tie as he began mentally going over whatever had just set off the tones he'd set aside for Angel-Business-Travel.

Greed?

Greed?

Someone was trying to get Angel Dust to come down to Greed? It was probably just some idiot, someone who--

Crimson.

Vox did business with him from time to time. Crimson should know better than to get involved, but from all appearances... Frowning, Vox reviewed everything he could find on Crimson's profile. It didn't look good. It looked like Crimson had just set everything up out of some obsession with Angel Dust. They were messaging, clearly, which was what had set his alerts off, although he didn't actually have the content of those messages. That would be a level of invasion he preferred not to delve into with Angel--besides, it would probably all be nonsense--but all the same...

He sent Angel a text:

>>Angel. I'm sorry to interrupt your evening. Would you mind coming by tonight, if you have the time? Cordially, Vox.

If he had known that this was all an elaborate set-up, Chaz would have to be thanking every sin that Angel Dust was chronically online. Whenever he was home and bored in bed, he would be scrolling through his phone. Watching the latest videos that were posted, replying to comments on Voxtagram, checking to see the latest scandals about himself.

That had been the only reason that Angel would ever have gotten the friend request. Celebrities often didn't have that much of an online presence, especially because they were too busy for shit like that. But Valentino had always pressed that it would be good for business - especially because Angel Dust was also an escort, and that was the best way to find new meat customers. It also helped that he had spent several years living with Velvette before he had left the hotel, and social media was her entire business.

Red checkmark official and all, the account was genuinely his. Mostly posting information about gigs and shows coming up, or posting a thousand photos of Fat Nuggets. Sometimes he would post teasing selfies, trying to see who would bite and who he could make a quick buck from. He had been clearing out his messages, deleting most of the creepy fan letters, until he had seen the friend request.

Of course, he didn't know who it was. Crimson? Never heard of him. It wasn't until he clicked the profile, scrolled through, and - ah, that had been the imp that had been torturing someone on HellTok. And talking about him, oddly enough, while doing it. He noticed the message as well, clicking it and reading it a few times, before laughing and rolling his eyes. Replying with multiple hands was easy, and the response would come barely minutes later after the initial message.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy romance. Ain't nearly enough of it here in Hell. But that's totally different from seduction. I'm a porn star, babe. I think I know how to seduce, and what that looks like. It certainly doesn't count whining and dining, though that's always a good appetizer course. xoxo

He didn't know why he was sitting here and flirting with an imp. An imp that reminded him of his dad no less, ugh, daddy issues. But Angel was never one to back down from the attention, so while he didn't think this would go anywhere, it was harmless fun. And if it did go anywhere, he was sure he could make a few hundred.