Angel Dust

Actually, he wouldn't turn down a nicer bed than what he has and... a lot more red would actually not bother his aesthetic in the slightest. Clearly they need to have that conversation at some point since Angel might as well also live there at this point. Especially with this bullshit cold nonsense going on and the happy bit of purring with just the fingers combing through his fur.

"Too fucking bad, I did," he huffs in response, though he rolls his eyes in turn and shifts to steal a kiss, tail pulling him just a bit closer. "You want me to grab it first before you start asking those kinds of questions or do you want to keep guessing?~"