[Reaching to tangle in Husk's fur, Angel starts out gentle, but as soon as Husk get's going those claws bite into his skin, breath punched out of him.]
I know~ [A breathy laugh, but behind that inflated ego, Angel's desperately grateful to hear that praise; to be pretty even when he's not putting on a performance for him. Toes curl inside Angel's boots, and his head lulls back with a whine.] Shit- hhh- you coulda made a killin' in my field, Whiskers.
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Date: 2024-12-09 10:02 pm (UTC)I know~ [A breathy laugh, but behind that inflated ego, Angel's desperately grateful to hear that praise; to be pretty even when he's not putting on a performance for him. Toes curl inside Angel's boots, and his head lulls back with a whine.] Shit- hhh- you coulda made a killin' in my field, Whiskers.