Angel Dust

[Hands fist in the blanket under them, and it's only decades of practice that keeps his claws from cutting through and shredding them. ]

I need Husk- please- I need you- I wanna come for you. Wanna feel you. Show you what ya do ta me. Show ya how I sound when I ain't playin' to the cameras. Please.

[Hands run over his chest fluff and up through his hair, enjoying the sensations more than just trying to make a pretty pretty, (though he does make a very pretty picture indeed).]