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

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[bartenderbitch]

[He's absolutely free to ask him later when they're not busy, especially when Husk isn't feeling like the most touchy feely creature on the face of the planet. Or in Hell, whichever.

When Fat Nuggets is trying to wiggle his way in, he can't help a laugh, either.]

Ruinin' it just a little bit. But, hey, we got all the time, so it ain't that bad of a thing. [He can absolutely make room for the hellpig if he really wants him to, after all.]

[harderdaddy]

[Tsk, back home that would've had 'em drooling. But now's not really the time to be playing.]

What, do I look like a human? I-Sonofa BITCH! [Angel curses loudly, leveling a short lived glare at the daring and willing the magenta glow of them to fade. That and his third set of arms and the gun that came with them to withdraw back inside his body.]

Shit like that'll get you hurt. Fuck [He flexes the joint a bit gingerly, and he can't fault the logic.]

[harderdaddy]

[Thinking back to their time on the beach, Angel looks a little guilty, determined to be a good mama to his baby. A little cuddling is nothing that's going to traumatize him, but that's not typically where things end.]

I can put him in the bathroom.

[bartenderbitch]

[At least one of them between the two of them can have some self restraint to not go further than a little bit of cuddling. But that one might also not be terribly keen on stopping things at this particular moment.]

If you want to? [Really, he's leaving that entirely up to Angel at the moment, he can always adjust accordingly.]

[coffinturk]

[ Most would wonder if the drooling is going on under that high collar. But alas, Angel Dust has the two feet necessary to see that it in fact does not.

The ruby red of Vincent's eyes glow no more than they already are. He knows the gun is there now, and he meets the demon's outrage steadily on. Once the initial rage begins to settle, Vincent answers; perhaps because he had been on alert to react if it had turned to violence. ]

No.

[ Angel Dust does not look human. He reaches for the medical bag and withdraws a splint and roll of bandage. It would be good for keeping the bone supported while it finishes healing. ]

I don't know many demons. Are you going to need this until it heals?

[ There is a slight shift of Vincent's shoulders. It may as well be a shrug. ]

Figured it would save some time.

[ The arguing, the brushing off, the posturing of being okay. ...Honestly probably also lets it heal faster if it's in alignment but... nuance there. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel knows himself well enough to at least know he's not going to want to drag himself away if this does turn into more, so he sighs gives a quick kiss to the bridge of Husk's nose before sitting up and collecting Nuggs.]

Just a second.

[Hellpig secured under one arm, food and water dish in another two, aaaand he scoops up Nugg's bed along the way. It doesn't take too long to make things comfy, and he gives his baby several parting kisses before closing him in.]

Where were we?

[bartenderbitch]

[The little "mrrp" of a noise is his response as the bridge of his nose is kissed, scrunching it up for just a moment while he watches Angel go about securing the bag hellpig to protect his innocence. It's a little impressive remembering all of those arms exist and he's quite content to sit and just admire while waiting.

Once he returns, he merely grins and tries to tug him back down onto the bed with him, tail immediately wrapping around his waist.]

I think right about here, unless you had other ideas? [He'll gladly leave that open ended for once, being he's getting exactly what he wants by pressing himself against the spider with low grumbly purrs.]

[harderdaddy]

Usually takes maybe a day or two for somethin' like this? I guess it wouldn't hurt.

[Angel doesn't usually bother and it heals all right, but it might spare him some pain in the meantime.

He snickers at the blunt reply, and hey, he can't argue.]

Risky, but lucky for you, I don' like violence in fronta my baby.

[harderdaddy]

[Shit, he really is a cat, ain't he? Angel smiles, reaching to scritch Husk's ears with coy cant of his head.]

Here's cozy... [But obviously the Angel Dust might have other ideas in mind.] Ain't exactly what I pictured when imagining ya finally cavin' in.

[bartenderbitch]

[It's almost as if he has always been a cat, despite his annoyances of being called as such time and time again, especially when he's headbutting into the scritching.]

Mm? And what did you picture when I finally caved in? [Husk's pretty sure he knows exactly where that line of questioning is going to end up, but he certainly can't help but be curious about it. Especially when he might not really mind filing in those holes if he's feeling up to it.] Do indulge the curiosity of an old man.

[harderdaddy]

[Fuck, how dare this grump be so damn cute. Angel worries an ear between his fingers the way he knows Nuggs loves.]

A lot less clothes, for one thing... [A second set of fingers reaching to steal that hat away like that was what he was talking about. Though it is nice to get a look at him without it. He sets it on his own head to model cheekily.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Could he purr any louder than he already is? Nah, not at all, but it doesn't stop him from trying with such simple and easy contact.]

It's not like I wear a lot of clothes to begin with. [He can't help but tease him in turn, even while rolling his eyes at the little display with a not even hidden grin.] Wouldn't say that kind of hat really fits your style, but... [He shifts to steal a kiss just because he can.] Ya look cute.

[harderdaddy]

It's true, ya might be showin' more skin than I do on a daily bases. [Angel teases, grinning and leaning in to deepen that kiss, fingers easing Husk's suspenders off his shoulders.]

I always look cute.

[bartenderbitch]

Least I'm covered in fur. [Oh, he's not at all against any of that, especially as he's very content to match him in this regard. And perhaps being a little cheeky and nipping at his lower lip when he pulls away to talk again.]

Did I say you didn't? [Of course not, especially while he's distracting himself by working on those damned buttons of the blazer to get it off. Thankfully he's mostly not in a hurry, but he sure is remembering how claws and buttons aren't exactly the best of friends.] Baby~ [Nor does it stop him from a light whine.]

[coffinturk]

I'd offer more, but I don't have the restore materia for it.

[ Vincent will make motions that indicate he'll help wrap but... given he just created an issue of trust and Angel has more than enough arms to handle something like this, he won't protest if the demon decides to do the support wrap himself.

Somewhere during the process of all that, Vincent does glance at the hellpig. There's a trace of a smile. ]

Believe it or not, I'd taken that into account.

[ So it was a little more calculated than he made it seem. ]

Next time I'll make sure to tell you.

[ Now that he knows what the reaction will be. And he'll have to think about that gun. But for now? Departure! The stairway is eyed critically again. ]

Hm. Going up the elevator shaft might be awkward. But the one I'm using is clear to the top. [ Pause. ] What's now the top. Or we can go the long route. I suppose I should ask if you need an escort.

[ Vincent is coming to realize that overall, Angel Dust might be able to make it on his own if provided with a map and a clear route. ]

[harderdaddy]

Mmm, why bother with the pants then?~ Hmm?

[There's a reason so many of his films feature Angel's clothes getting torn right off of him. Hell doesn't really make a lot of sinners who can handle buttons without getting impatient.] Lemme- [He pops the remaining buttons for him with hurried fingers working in tandem.]

[bartenderbitch]

Because not all of me is covered in fur?

[He could deal with the buttons if he just retracted his claws, but he's not about to do that when he's pretty sure he'll have a good use for them here in due time. Especially when it means he can lightly dig his fingers into the fluff of his body and scratch against his skin from waist up to his chest.]

Just wanna... [His voice trails off for a moment, not finishing that sentence while he decides it's as good a time as ever to bury his face into his neck to nose past fur and tease teeth against skin instead. It's probably a safe bet to assume what the rest of that sentence was meant to be.]

[harderdaddy]

See, that sounded like English, but the words didn' make no sense.

[But he gets the gist. And despite the violent reaction he does offer his arm up for Vincent to fuss over if he wants.

No one can resist Nuggs.]

Eh, depends? There more than one way outta the new top?

[Angel's confident enough he can work his way up, but not out if there's not a ready made exit waiting.]

[harderdaddy]

Ohh. That right, Pussycat? [Angel's head cants impishly, shrugging the blazer off and biting at his lower lip as he feels the sting of those claws.

His lips part to try and tease the rest out of him, but actions really do speak louder than words, breath catching with welcoming whine, chin lifting to expose more of that long neck.]

Harder, Husky, lemme feel 'em~

[coffinturk]

[ That's the best part of English. You can speak it but it will sometimes never make sense. ]

Spells. I don't have the spells for healing on me.

[ Because you know everyone carries around spells like just in their inventory. ]

Well, you'd be awkward to carry but I can manage. That'll probably be the fastest way. It'll be easier if I use a spell to shrink you temporarily.

[ Also. Casual. He is also going to start taking the opportunity to use the term Nuggs. Because even he has a limit on how many times he can say Fat Nuggets with a straight face. ]

Then I can carry Nuggs and you.

[harderdaddy]

Oh, magic shit. [That's allowed to not make sense. It never seems to follow the same rules between demons in hell. And all of it's Greek to him.]

Shrink-?

[Angel blinks at the casual way Vincent just puts that out as an option. Just shrink him down. Fuck he hopes Tendi knew was she was doing sending this guy...]

...how small we talkin'?

[coffinturk]

Hm. Provided you don't have resistance...

[ There's a moment while he judges Angel's size again. ]

Maybe a foot... foot and a half max. Hard to say.

[ It's not exactly a precise science. ]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a long pause, Angel looking doubtful but....curious.]

...An' ya can turn me back, right? I might not love bein' this tall, but I dunno if I wanna lose that much permanently.

[coffinturk]

Yeah. It wears off on its own. And I can borrow materia from someone I know to remove it if it's not fast enough for you.

[ Which shouldn't be an issue at all without Vincent around to refresh it. It's just always good to mention there are alternatives to 'waiting for it to wear off'. Either way, Vincent seems confident. And more importantly, to be telling the truth. ]

[harderdaddy]

Eh, fuck it. Always say I'll try anythin' once, might as well put that ta practice outsida the bedroom.

[And maybe that bash on the head hurts a little more than he wants to admit. He could use an easy way out.]