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[sixfeetofdirt]

I'm afraid not, my demise predated Max's arrival slightly. I'll give you the details in person if you want them - the speakeasy, nine?

[harderdaddy]

Ya better. Do I gotta make someone disappear?
I'll be there.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion doesn't reply to his question - they can pick it up later - but simply makes himself present at the Speakeasy at the appointed time. He pours a glass of wine for himself, and a second for Angel, should he want it when he arrives.

Valentine's Day because shut up

[bartenderbitch]

[Has someone looked at a calendar? Sure. Does that also mean he's currently sprawled out across a spider while purring like a motor? Also yes.]

Question for ya, baby. [Oh no.]

[harderdaddy]

The sexy kind or the serious kind? [Angel murmurs with a smirk, lulled by that deep purr and pleasant weight.]

[bartenderbitch]

[He's always keen on keeping him chill like this, especially since he appreciates the warmth that comes with it.] Mmmm, more the former, I think?

[harderdaddy]

Mmmm~ [The spider blinks his eyes open and looks to Husk with a questioning smile.] Well, what is it?

[bartenderbitch]

[Fuck, it's honestly entirely rude just how attractive he finds this demon and he's shifting a little to kiss his chin and let that tail thump on the bed.]

How 'bout, since it's evidently Valentine's and all that shit... [He purposefully trails off to let that hang in the air before he grins and settles back down a little.] Along with you having dealt with that dying toll thing, you get to call the shots? Whatever you want, no arguin' on this end. Nothin' off limits.

[harderdaddy]

[Oh. Angel blinks in surprise, clearly not aware of the date. Valentines was typically a heavy work day back home, rarely the romantic centerpiece it was up on Earth.]

What if this is what I want? [He tests, nodding between them.]

[bartenderbitch]

[In his defense, he'd only noticed by looking at a calendar he'd put up on the wall like the old fashioned bitch he is.

Though he blinks slowly at the question, shifting a little to get more comfortable in the chest fluff.]

Then that I can do~ But if you want anything else throughout the day... Just gotta say so?

[harderdaddy]

[Despite all evidence to the contrary, Angel still looks a little unsure, even as he nods his understanding, smoothing his fingers through Husk's fur.]

You might regret that, Kitty. You've seen my toy collection~

[bartenderbitch]

[Precisely why he's doing all of this, to reassure him that he's safe here and if Husk doesn't want something, he'd actually voice that particular opinion.]

You keep underestimating my experience~ While I certainly wasn't doing porn, I wasn't some celibate priest or anything. Men, women, everything else under the sun, didn't fuckin' matter to me.

[harderdaddy]

[The mental image makes Angel snicker.]

A pair of sluts then. No wonder we work so well.
...nothin' off limits? [That seems to make Angel cautious, given what no limits typically means in his life, not that he wants to do anything that would cause Husk any real harm.]

[bartenderbitch]

Hey, I was under the impression if I didn't try it, then I wouldn't know if I liked it. Just happened that I got a type and the gender don't matter none. [Is he going to explain in detail? Nope.

Especially while he's getting that question and he's huffing and kissing his chin again.]

How 'bout this: I'll tell you if something you wanna do is off-limits or I'm not comfortable with it?

[harderdaddy]

Mmmm, an' what type is that?~

[The reassurance earns a thoughtful grin.]

I might have a few ideas, but not sure how romantic they are. Long as ya don't mind if we ain't on theme.

[bartenderbitch]

Does it matter when I'm right here and disgustingly into you?~ [Nope, not going to be that easy, Angel!]

When I said whatever you want, I meant it. S'long as it's something you want to do, then we're on theme. [Says the purring cat with his tail wrapped loosely around one of Angel's legs.]

[harderdaddy]

Taking a seat, Angel takes a grateful gulp of said wine almost as soon as he joins him.

"All right, spill. I gotta know who needs to watch themselves," he encourages with teasing smile, "I still know how to bury bodies deep enough they won't get found."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion laughs and waves a hand.

"I appreciate the thought, darling, but it was in the breach. Neither of us were in our right minds. Before then I'd barely spoken two words to - whatshername. Saga."

[harderdaddy]

"...didn' really occur ta me 'til now ya could die durin' one a those." But of course you could. Honestly, it's a wonder Angel hasn't learned first hand by now.

"Not someone I know. What were you two in there? Lovers? Mortal enemies? Somethin' fun and dramatic like that?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"He was her mortal enemy, perhaps," Astarion drawls. "He barely knew her. She was very set on dismantling his evil empire and he was foolish enough to start a fight near a penthouse window."

[harderdaddy]

"Oooh, Evil Empire, huh? Someone had an eventful time~" But despite the teasing grin, Angel's brows soften, sure that wasn't a pleasant way to go. "Heard that one's quick at least. That true?"

[sixfeetofdirt]

"A few moments of helpless panic and then - nothing," he confirms. "I can only assume I was dead before I even had a moment for it to hurt. Just as well, really. How was the time for you?"

[harderdaddy]

"Managed not ta die, so maybe a little better than yours," he teased. Gallows humor wasn't always appreciated, but Astarion knew who he was inviting to catch up with him. "Surprise surprise, I weren't so great at keepin' my emotions all nice and under control. But I got ta be human. This shit feels weird all over again." He nods towards himself and his demon form.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"It's peculiar, isn't it? Becoming mortal again. Waking up in the new body you've become accustomed to and having it feel...alien," he says, frowning faintly. "If only for a short while."

[harderdaddy]

"Weird as shit." Putting on a playful look, Angel sighs, "Shame ya didn' get ta see my beautiful mug." He laughs, and settles to give Astarion a more serious look. "So, mortal, evil empire, murder. Seems ya had a lot goin' on. Ya enjoy yourself?"