[Mephisto is fully confident that whatever the Phantom is threatening, it won't break him. Sure, he feels a little colder than usual, but that's just the Phantom playing games. Whatever fires are keeping the Opera House warm on the back end are just... running a little smaller than usual.
Or maybe he's just feeling off from the frequent possessions yesterday? Not that he's ever going to talk about any of that. Ever. His face still hurts from smiling.
In any case, he starts the day on the highest floor he can reach. He's... kind of curious about the noise and sound coming from the arcade. He doesn't understand most of it, and loses most of the time but... he's pretty interested in this guy's aesthetic, so he keeps at it for awhile.
Something about all of that reminds him that the merchandise booth. is still a thing he should look at. Who knows why! But he does that means there are new things to fetch. Including...
Right. Including that uniform.
After putting most of his new belongings in a pile outside his room (including the portrait of... Well, it's odd, but it kind of looks like Anne? He's sure it's supposed to be her, even if it looks off for some reason) retreats to the costume shop after that. Octokitten is rolling around at Mephisto's feet while he fusses with the uniform shirt, carefully cutting a slit in the back to ease his mangled wing through. The skirt is nowhere in sight, so don't get your hopes up.
It doesn't do much for keeping him warm, though.
That evening, Mephisto settles inside the chapel. He'd started off simply wanting to look for some sort of altar of human sacrifice but... now he's just looking up at the stained glass Angel.]
You were a horrible father, really. And not just to myself. You bargained your favorite's soul away, too.
cw: sickness mention, vague truthing
Or maybe he's just feeling off from the frequent possessions yesterday? Not that he's ever going to talk about any of that. Ever. His face still hurts from smiling.
In any case, he starts the day on the highest floor he can reach. He's... kind of curious about the noise and sound coming from the arcade. He doesn't understand most of it, and loses most of the time but... he's pretty interested in this guy's aesthetic, so he keeps at it for awhile.
Something about all of that reminds him that the merchandise booth. is still a thing he should look at. Who knows why! But he does that means there are new things to fetch. Including...
Right. Including that uniform.
After putting most of his new belongings in a pile outside his room (including the portrait of... Well, it's odd, but it kind of looks like Anne? He's sure it's supposed to be her, even if it looks off for some reason) retreats to the costume shop after that. Octokitten is rolling around at Mephisto's feet while he fusses with the uniform shirt, carefully cutting a slit in the back to ease his mangled wing through. The skirt is nowhere in sight, so don't get your hopes up.
It doesn't do much for keeping him warm, though.
That evening, Mephisto settles inside the chapel. He'd started off simply wanting to look for some sort of altar of human sacrifice but... now he's just looking up at the stained glass Angel.]
You were a horrible father, really. And not just to myself. You bargained your favorite's soul away, too.