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Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[bartenderbitch]

[Unfortunately he knows exactly why he's feeling this way but words are difficult and he's not sure if he's overstepping if he even says what he wants to. Which is precisely why he goes silent from his talking for a brief moment before he just flops back a bit, perhaps looking ridiculous but he can at least look at him properly this way.]

Do you want us to be? [He's not answering that question first, he already knows what his own answer is. But he's not doing a great job of hiding how tentative he is about the whole subject.]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a beat of silence, Angel not sure how to answer. He knows what he wants, but that's not historically of great importance.]

...Last guy I was serious with was Val. Is Val? [Their relationship status has been ambiguous for a while. He knows Val has Vox and whoever else, and obvious Angel...works. But if Val's not getting paid then he's very much of the opinion that Angel shouldn't be touched. Anytime anything's gotten even close to feelings it's been stopped dead in its tracks.] I dunno how ta do that stuff...

[He grips himself, folding over like his body is trying to make itself smaller and sighs]

I want- ...I like you, Husk.

[bartenderbitch]

[There's something about the fact that Val is the last one on that list that gets under his skin more than he'd care to admit. He... wouldn't even call that remotely close to that list, given everything. But he remains silent as he watches him, frowning softly at the whole entire thing. They're... they're damaged, both of them, that much he is absolutely aware of.

Slowly he rolls himself back over so he can scoot closer to him and attempt to scoop Angel up and pull him to his chest, voice low and soft.]

Then we'll figure this shit out together, yeah?

[harderdaddy]

[It had been sweet once upon a time. Different than whatever it is now. Least that's how he remembers it.

Oh. Angel doesn't resist, a bit stiff at first, before he lets himself relax a little into that comforting touch. It feels safe~ ]

Yeah?

[He can't help but sound unsure, but there's a nod. They there was ever a shot at exploring this, this is it.]

[bartenderbitch]

[He could almost believe that, given what he knows of that particular man and how Overlords tend to work to make sure they have control over their souls.

At least he does finally relax and Husk is more than keen to nuzzle into him, making that faint purring be known and wrapping his tail loosely around Angel's waist to keep him close.]

Mhmm. I'm sure we'll fuck up along the way, but that's how you learn. [Not like he has much experience with any of this, either, but there's no better time than the present to start, right?]

[harderdaddy]

[The affection earns a soft laugh, and Angel leans into the touch, fingers lighting on that tail and stroking it softly.]

I love that sound, ya know that? When ya purr?

[At least Husk knows they're going to fuck up. It's pretty much a guarantee. But he's never had someone offer that acceptance even before he manages to make a mess of things.]


I'll try an be a fast learner.

[bartenderbitch]

[For as much as he acts like he doesn't care or take care of this whole form he despises, he's still ridiculously soft to the touch.]

Pft. You're the only person that does. [Or so he thinks, it's pretty much an involuntary reaction at this point, one he doesn't tend to notice until it's pointed out to him. But it's been a... nice thing lately and something he's doing far more often than he'd ever done in the past.

Wouldn't be fair if he judged him for it when he's going to probably make just as many missteps, but that's the fun of it, isn't it?]

Take it at your own pace, baby. We ain't in any kind of rush.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's fingers are gentle, combing through the soft fur, shifting and turning his head
so he can press an ear to Husk's chest. The rumble of the purr and that heart beat a soothing combination.] Somethin' about it feels nice. Maybe just knowin' some part of you is happy.

[He smiles, nodding softly.]

Mmm, first person in a long time that wasn't in a rush~

[bartenderbitch]

[It'll certainly end up being a cycle if he keeps combing through his fur like that, the purring never ceasing while everything is comfortable. One of his hands moves to lightly rub at Angel's back, keeping things as soothing as he possibly can while they're like this.]

Hopefully that ain't surprising for you? [No one said he wasn't allowed to lightly tease him, a grin pulling at his lips while he shifts just enough to be able to wrap his wings around them. It's safe and familiar, at least to him.]

Maybe that'll become a new normal for you, sometimes rushing misses all the little things~ Might getcha done quicker and movin' on, but then you miss the details.

[coffinturk]

"Alright. Be there in a moment."

[Vincent, you're on the 17th deck. Surely a moment will mean some time in the chaos of the vessel, right?

Well you'd be correct to think that but you'd also be wrong. Fat Nuggets is allowed to nest down and is safely secured under the front mantle of the gunman's cloak, along with the video feed of Angel Dust to keep the little guy calm.

Because Vincent is heading not for the nearest stairwell, but the elevator shaft. Don't worry about it, he'll just be jumping down to Deck 9. Gravity will not have much of an impact with the fall- something about Vincent's nature makes the 'jump' closer to a float.

But still, try not to look out from the cloak of security, Fat Nuggets. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The hellpig seems to be trying to tell Angel the entire harrowing tell, grunting and snorting away in the safety of that cloak.

Angel of course doesn't take a moment literally, but he starts trying to clear some of the debris blocking the stairs as Fat Nuggets babbles.]

You're okay, baby. Shh. I know.

[coffinturk]

[ And Vincent carries on in grand, majestic goth fashion.

As if there isn't a hellpig under his arm telling all that's happened since the wave flipped the boat over and terrible things happened in grunt and snorts and maybe a squeak or two? After all there was a tiny bit of a dropping sensation even if it's overtly a gentle, 8 deck descent.

....Angel Dust moving the wreckage around to unblock the stairs is going to help in one way at least. Vincent only needs to listen to the sounds of debris moving and home in on that. As to a more practical escape, maybe. Especially when he walks down the hall, around various objects and finally catches his first sight of the rather... tall demon. ]

Angel Dust I presume?

[ Vincent really doesn't have a frame of reference for that name's underlying meaning. He takes it as seriously as Fat Nuggets. Who will be gently put down the moment it's safe to do so; or the hellpig starts squirming because of their proximity to its owner. ]

[harderdaddy]

You not bein' a grump for once?~

[The wings folding around him draw another similarity to the early days with Val, shutting out that outside world and letting it just be the two of them in that moment. Fingers reach to trace those feathers, a smile on his face.]

The details, huh? What details are ya seein' now?

[bartenderbitch]

Oh come on, I'm not always grumpy. [Only most of the time, but private and public are two different things as far as he's concerned.

The outside world doesn't really matter to him at this particular moment, more focused on the here and now, including trying to bury his face into Angel's neck just for all the more contact between the two of them. At least he's nice enough to get out of his fluff for a moment or two while talking.]

Well, seein' a real smile on you, seeing you comfortable, it's... a sure better change from everything else. [Speaking of, he's burying his face once more, though he can't help but nuzzle far enough into the fur to find skin and place a small kiss. Evidently the kitty is feeling rather affectionate at the moment.]

[harderdaddy]

[That's remarkably fast, but Angel isn't going to question it, ignoring Vincent at first in favor of catching Fat Nuggets. The pig all but hurled himself through the air as soon as soon as he's set down. There's kisses and likely some crying as Angel makes sure his baby is okay, cradling him in his upper set of arms.

Belatedly he nods and straightens up.]

Yeah- that's me. Fuck, I swear, I owe ya whateva ya want for savin' Nuggs. The works. It's on the house. I dunno what I woulda done-

[harderdaddy]

[He snorts.] No?

[Though it's easy to forget in this moment, Angel snickering at just what a cuddle bug Husk turned out to be.]

Less fake? [Another laugh, and Angel grabs Husk's bow tie.] Come up here and kiss me properly if you're gonna start with all that.

[bartenderbitch]

[Maybe the form Hell gave him is far more appropriate for his personality than he'd ever care to admit to. And luckily he doesn't have to pull on him that hard for him to surface from his fluff with a bit of a grin.]

I didn't say it, you did. [But he never once complained about it, given he's more than keen to lean up and steal a soft kiss while that purring never once stops. Nor is he keen on moving away from him, either, leaning his forehead against his.]

[coffinturk]

[ Indeed. Some of those benefits from becoming a science experiment. Some days are better than others for sure.

Vincent nods as he straightens up and gives Angel Dust a thorough once-over. Checking for those injuries. As for suspicions? Well, it's really hard to be sus while watching the joyful reunion. He's willing to take it for granted that this isn't a ruse. ]

I'll keep that in mind. [ He looks at the stairs Angel Dust had started to clear and goes over his mental map of the ship's current interior. ] Hm. You're taller than I expected.

[ About two feet on Vincent as a matter of fact. The gunman then shakes his head and turns his full attention to the demon. ]

Let me check that wrist.

[ He turns his left hand- the one covered with the claw-tipped metal gauntlet- palm up. From somewhere under his cape, he draws out what's probably a first aid kit and sets it down nearby for the moment. ]

[harderdaddy]

[It's probably the least sexual gesture that's ever got Angel to flush like that. Fuck every which way and it's a kiss that trips him up. And to compliment Husk's purr there's a soft rattle like noise of stridulation from the spider.]

You're turnin' me all mushy already.

[harderdaddy]

Ya checkin' out the goods, Cutie? [Angel teases with a wink, and he nods.] I get that a lot here.

[But at least right now that height doesn't seem to make him anymore of a threat, not when he's cuddling his pig. He eyes that gauntlet with a frown, before gingerly unfolding one of his lower arms and offering it up.]

It ain't a big deal. Demons heal real fast.

[bartenderbitch]

[If he had to guess, it's because it's not something that either of them really get to experience all that much. Something soft and with no real expectations behind it. But he's at least seeming perfectly content with where he is and what he's doing, one ear flicking forward at the noise that's new but not at all unwanted.]

Just like that? If I knew it was that easy I would have done so sooner.

[harderdaddy]

[Right? Who acts like that in real life? It's the sort of crap Angel'd claim only existed in the Hell-a-Novella he has a soft spot for.]

Bullshit. You make a move back home yet?

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh, he's actually laughing at that and stealing another kiss with a sharp-toothed grin.]

Does it fuckin' matter right now? [He still can't help teasing him about it all, anyway. There's no risk to doing this here, no one to drag him somewhere he doesn't want to be, no one yanking his chain to do shit he doesn't want to do. He can just... do what he wants, including nothing at all.]

[coffinturk]

[ The teasing and wink is met with an impassive expression. It definitely seems to roll over him without effect but... well, there's outright flirting and what Angel Dust is doing which... no harm here.

There's nothing harmful about the underside of the gaunlet at least; it's fitted over a perfectly normal looking, leather gloved hand. Though it's clear the claw tips can be used as a weapon as much as the gun holstered at Vincent's side. ]

Demon, huh? How fast is fast?

[ No surprise, no alarm; but then again since he didn't show any alarm for the multi eyed, multi-limbed 8ft tall spider demon, this probably isn't going to be a shock. His right hand is lifted to gently touch the break.

Then, somewhere along the journey of 'fast is fast', there is a sudden grip and expert tug to drag bone back into alignment.

Because using a count where you can anticipate what's coming would cause needless stress, right? ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel snorts and shakes his head, though it may occur to him to ask again when they aren't doing better things with their mouths.

The only thing that could drag him away in that moment does though, Fat Nuggets hoping up onto the bed and looking between the two of them, before trying to dig his way in-between the pair, making Angel laugh.]

Baby, you're kinda ruinin' the mood here.