Angel Dust

Frankly, Husk should be impressed Angel let him clean, even helped out so he could get to the non-classy part of the evening faster, while knocking back unfinished drinks. Which leaves him a little more agreeable than normal to be carried away in public, laughing giddily and clinging to Husk.

And then they're back in what's almost their natural state, Angel petting his fingers over Husk's ears and half sure he's going to pass out in the chest fluff like a proper old man.

"Happy New Year, Husky."