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[harderdaddy]

[Convinced he's hidden, the pig peeks a nose out and snuffles at the air, trying to search for a familiar scent on the stranger.]

"Fat Nuggets. And yeah, don't mind those, losta eyes in hell, it's a thing. Do ya see him? Nuggs?"

[The piglet's head tilts and he tries to extract himself, but only gets himself more wedged within the mound.]

[coffinturk]

[ No familiar scents.... well. He has the genes of a monster and human, the elements of the destructive, murderous Chaos. Maybe, just maybe it could be a little like home. But not a familiar person. ]

"Yeah. One moment." [ Thank you Lucy Maclean for giving Vincent a good solid tutorial on all things communicator. Because he thinks to switch the video mode on, turn the screen toward Fat Nuggets- and more importantly the camera at the burrowed piglet- so both Angel Dust and the piglet can see one another. Sort of.

It's cupped in his left hand while he extends his right. ]

...Fat Nuggets. Come.

[harderdaddy]

"Come'ere baby. Come on, you're okay. Come to mama~" Angel pleads, voice thick and doing his best to smile for Fat Nugget's benifit.

[It's him! Fat Nuggets whines, and struggles determinedly to nose his way out, his little tag wagging as he runs towards Vincent. His wet nose presses against the communicator, snuffling and squealing as he tries to express his relief at finding Angel, or maybe he's telling the harrowing tale of the world turning upside down.]

[coffinturk]

[ Vincent doesn't reach for the piglet the moment the creature has come into grabbing range. Nope, he leaves the screen low enough to be nosed and keeps his other hand outstretched and waits for a moment. But slowly he'll try to make that hand remain in Fat Nuggets's awareness and gradually go for a touch.

Somewhere there isn't an eye, wouldn't want to poke the poor dear. ]

Come. [ His voice isn't really gentle so much as even and calm. ] I'll take you to them.

[Just let the scary goth man pick you up wee piglet. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Fat Nuggets is a little wary of Vincent, but he gets a few sniffs in and he doesn't make any quick moves to grab or hurt him, so the hellpig relaxes a little. For a moment it looks like he almost understands, his little head peering up at the man and his tail giving a slow wag, stepping closer and allowing himself to be scooped up.]

[coffinturk]

[ Overall this is going very well given the boat just literally flipped. If someone told Vincent the piglet was close enough to human intelligence to understand what's going on he'd believe it. A video feed of Fat Nuggets's owner, a little coaxing and a gentle scoop to be cradled not just safely and securely in the crook of an arm but half under the front mantle of the red cloak (plenty of room after the last buckle closed to peek out between the flaps).

This is important because by this point, as Vincent slowly rises to his feet, he turns the screen so he can speak to Angel Dust. ]

"Alright. Describe where you are. I'm coming to get you."

[ He says this like it's no big deal regardless of where the demon happens to be. ]

[harderdaddy]

[He's a smart little guy, and lets himself be picked up, squirming slightly to make himself comfortable before settling. On screen, Angel's trying to fix himself up, like he doesn't want his pet seeing him in any kind of distress.]

"M'on the 9th level. Near one a the stair wells."

[action]

[helluvamess]

[The other boat had been shit and being back on the Barge was something of a relief, but before he can let himself really relax, Blitzø knows there's a few people he needs to drop in on if he can. It takes a minute for him to find Angel's room but he hopes that the sinner is in when he knocks.]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a snuffling from behind the door, and not long after Angel answers with Fat Nuggets tucked under an arm. The hellpig squirms, grunting a greeting at the imp as Angel steps aside to welcome him in.]

Place is kinda a mess, but hey, wanna come in?

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø immediately sticks his head inside and scopes out the room, because who hasn't wanted to see where Angel Dust calls home? He does at least also spare a glance for Angel himself and the little hellpig, that gets a scratch between the ears.]

How're you doing after all that boat bullshit?

[harderdaddy]

[It looks pretty close to what his films would suggest, neon lights, too much pink, and sexy toy littered about the place along with piles of clothes. Ugggh, a proper change of clothes, Angel's been reacquainting himself with his closet.]

Still pissed I missed the good part, it's startin' ta feel personal. [He laughs, and set's Fat Nuggets down.] What about you? Get in any good fights at least?

[helluvamess]

Mostly missed the good shit too. Came back right before the whole place capsized and then it was shit central. [Blitzø shrugs and keeps an eye on Angel, looking for any signs that the sinner is covering for worse shit.]

Eh, a few. Got stabbed a little, normal shit. What about you? Anyone give you trouble?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's a good actor, that mask slipping into place whether he's aware of it or not, smiling easily and waving off the concern.]

Nah, I got the pretty piece now, rememba'? Not as fun as the real thing but you take the action where ya can get it. Guy tried ta steal Nuggs before everythin' went ta shit, but we sorted it...

[And a swift change of topic. No reason. This isn't a sign.]


You patched up all ready? I got some stuff...?

[He gestures vaguely, ready to find his first aid if they need it. Just cause they both heal faster than humans doesn't mean there's not shit that can be a real pain. Stabbing isn't all that serious though, Blitz is right, at least back home.]

UHHHH after beach shit, nebulous time period goes HERE

[bartenderbitch]

[Shit. Shit, fuck, dammit. He's been here, what, a week maybe and is already kicking himself.

In theory he could just go to his room, knock on the door, and have this conversation. But, Husk is maybe feeling a little safer sending a message first so that he doesn't end up running with his tail between his legs.

It's... not like they've made anything official or even really talked about shit, so this shouldn't be a big deal, right? Right.]

Angel? Where're you at right now?

[harderdaddy]

[The buzz of his device still makes Angel flinch instinctively, and he rolls his eyes at himself as he picks it up. How long is it going to take for that to instinct to fade? He brightens when he sees Husk's name, that anxiety calmed in an instant.]

My room. You looking for me?

[bartenderbitch]

[So he's not interrupting anything, probably. That's at least a little helpful in calming his nerves.]

Kinda. Just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk in person? You know I ain't terribly fond of these things. Just didn't wanna intrude if you were doing something, nothing majorly important.

[harderdaddy]

lol. You don't gotta ask. But since you did- I ain't ever too busy for you, Husky. Doors open. Or do you want me to come over there?

[bartenderbitch]

I'll come over there, my place's all boring and basic, anyway. Gimme about five.

[As if it ever takes him that long, really. He is, however, going to knock on the door just in case before opening the door and carefully closing it behind him. He's doing his best to look relatively neutral about everything, but there's a faint hint of something bothering him.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's lounging stomach down on his bed, flipping through an old magazine, closing it as he takes in Husk's expression.]

...ya good, Whiskers? [Something seems...off?]

[bartenderbitch]

[Aw, shit, is he that easy to read? Well, he might as well not try and deny it as he huffs softly and moves to actually sit on the edge of the bed so he can still see him but also deny it at the same time. His tail curls around his leg loosely as he contemplates how to even start this.]

Mostly. Just... dunno, got a question? [Maybe he shouldn't be so vague, for starters.] Shit, I'm not good at any of this. But I guess what I wanted to ask is what the fuck are we even?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel blinks, pushing to sit up as he tries to wrap his head around the question. He understands the what of it, but not the why... Are they anything to each other? Friends...friends who flirt. Sure, Angel'd be happy with more, but that's not-]

What d'ya mean, Husk? We're-... [Fuck. He doesn't know.] ...Why are ya askin' me this?

[bartenderbitch]

[That's the answer he expected, honestly. Neither one of them seems to know just what they're even doing and it's... a little jarring to him as he tries to get his thoughts together. A weird taste in his mouth, a weird guilt that he's not sure the why of, he thought he had all this shit figured out.]

'Cause I feel like an absolute fuckin' heel right now. [Slowly he rubs at his face, he can maybe do this, it'll be fine. It's nothing serious.] All my fuckin' talk about how everything's fine, how I didn't really wanna engage in a lot of shit, been here a fuckin' week and all that went to utter shit and I feel... guilty about it? Fuck, I don't know.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel puts his acting skills to good use as his mind races ahead to explain what Husk could feel guilty for. There's only one explanation that really fits, and he fights the furrow it tries to cause in his brow. It's not fair to feel any kind of way about that if he's right. Not after the work he does. Or the people he's made time with here.]

...we ain't- There's nothin' ta feel guilty 'bout, Whiskers. Not unless things changed in those months I don't got?

[Were they more to each other?]

What...happened? [Maybe's he wrong.]

[bartenderbitch]

[If only he was wrong about it, he'd feel less like an utter ass about the whole entire thing. It's still gnawing on him, even if he doesn't necessarily regret what happened, no, he knows exactly what all of that was. But it was the dawning realization after that started to weigh on his mind.]

Look, I'm just... I know that it's fuckin' stupid and shit but it still bothers me, I guess? Like I know casual sex is just that, it don't mean shit on any other level, really. [He's going to just ramble at this point, maybe he'll get to the point he's trying to make eventually within the word salad.] Didn't really think about it all that much 'cause of that reason.

I don't fucking know, Angel, it felt like a shitty fucking thing to do to you specifically. [He's very bad at this, if it was not entirely obvious by this point.]

[harderdaddy]

[There's very little change to Angel's expression, but there's an odd ache he tries to ignore. He's all for casual sex. Why is he feeling this way? Why is Husk??]

Do you...want us ta be somethin'? [Was all that flirting more than just playing?]

You don't gotta feel bad. It ain't like I'm the one ta tell anyone ta keep it in their pants. It's just sex. [Right?]