Smitten Lord and Hounds (Mature Helluva Boss RP)

Quasar remained quiet when Vassago complimented liking a no nonsense bodyguard. As they drew closer to Verosika's office, Quasar's eye twitched finding it much too pop for his liking. He took the partial payment from Vassago and stuffed it into his jacket. He was not sure how to have fun with this when he was supposed to clear the floor, so he just assumed it was about him being a menacing hellhound as per usual. His eye twitched when someone called him Tex, which his head snapped towards their direction bearing his teeth at her. When she caught herself, he let up on his anger before he narrowed his eyes hearing her attack herself from making the mistake. He gave the young vulnerable goth girl some space as he prowled the halls outside. He had to have been bigger than Vortex as he spent more time pumping iron than partying...like he did not party whatsoever. He stood by the door to the IMP door with his arms crossed over his chest. "You're close, I'm his brother" he told her. He was going to give her a chance.

Verosika immediately stopped her singing when Vassago appeared. "Daddy! Where the fuck have you been!?" she called out to him. She rushed towards him with outstretched arms.

Vassago smiled knowing he got a raise out of Quasar again. standing up from the car he looked at the peasantry around him and swiftly walked into the building. he knelt a bit in the elevator and sighed, "You do good work, Quasar. No nonsense. I like that." he went back to silence as they left the elevator and approached Mayday's office as loud catchy music was coming from inside, " Go clear the floor, and I'll call you when I'm ready." he reached into a portal and handed Quasar about two grand, " that's about a quarter of that bonus. Have fun." He smiled and went into Mayday's office, "Verosika! How is my favorite druck bitch~?"

Loona sighed listening to the Music coming from Verosika's side of the floor. She opened the door and saw a Hellhound that looked like Vortex in the hallway, "Hey Tex could you tell your boss to turn it down, She doesn't need it to be that fucking load. Thank- oh my bad you look a lot like him from behind. Sorry. She closed the door and slump to the side of it " Oh fuck that's cringy""

Quasar stared out onto the road repressing his temptations to lash out, but Vassago did manage to get another growl out from him. "Reunion? I don't know who you are referring to" he grumbled. He stopped himself short from going on a rant. He pulled up to the building and screeched to a halt. He slammed the gear stick into park and stared into the brick intensely. He got out and slammed the door going around. Just what the hell kind of a history does he have with Vortex anyway? He opened the door for Vassago and scanned the area as he did so. Nothing else was said as he escorted Vassago into the building. He was absolutely as intimidating as fuck all the while emitting a toxic dark aura. Loona, stay away!

Vassago nodded, " Good, good, Mr. Quasar," he looked out the window again seeing the sky then looked back at Quasar. Leaning forward and chuckled, "Now don't expect a family reunion when we get there, my sources tell me he's down in Gluttony right now, partying with Bea." He leaned back and started using his phone, " And before you judge, I did read your profile, wouldn't be a true Ars Goetia if i didn't," he looked up and coughed, " And Quasar, this trip never happened and, expect a big fat fucking bonus." He looked out yet again, "I see we are coming up to the build now."

Quasar had just picked up a gig to guard a member of the Goetia family, which it was kind of a big deal but kind of not at the same time. He was born from the same litter as Vortex, and often times than not, you could mistake them for the other...if you were a racist. He still had both his eyes, but a scar over his chest. He did not have any tattoos, but he did have lightning bolt patterns on his upper arms. His fur pattern was more of a cream and black. He still resembled a hunky wolf, which made him prime breeding material for all the female hellhounds were concerned.

He drove them towards IMP city lost in his own thoughts. He was only snapped out of them when Vassago broke the silence with a rather obvious comment. His eye narrowed and a low growl came from his throat. He was surprised but kind of not that the Prince did not know his name. It was on the damn application after all. "It's Quasar sir. If you want to call me "the help" then so be it" he spoke firmly. His voice was kind of hot. He was hoping that Vortex would not be brought up.

Prince Vassago, lord of "good Nature" and Finder of lost relics, enjoyed the ride through IMP city, It was quite rare to travel here for appointments. His hawk-like face and six yellow eyes reflected on the car window. All six wings folded over his body like a cloak only his head and long arms could be seen, His head turned to the Hellhound guarding him today, " It has been a long drive to MIss Mayday's Office, Yet Little chatter has come from you." He looked over the guard and moved his wings to his back to show the more casual shirt and slacks he was wearing today, " We have some time, tell me your name, or you rather have me call you, The Help. " he gave a light chuckle.

Loona was relaxing reading a teen magazine and looking over at the couch where Octavia was chilling listening to her music. Blitizo and Stolas were out for a long, long "lunch" and Mox and Millie were out doing a bunch of small missions, " Hay, Tavia, you feeling peckish?" Octavia sighed and held out a few big bags of chips, "Kay, Still kinda sucks your dad just dumped you here."