Angel Dust

Lord, he did not expect him to get that upset about a nickname of all things. At least his weight gets him to cut the shit and he rolls his eyes lightly, nuzzling back into him to get comfortable again. "Calm down, it ain't a huge deal. It's almost as if whiskers is the first thing someone thinks about when it comes to a cat or something." Which is. True, of course. Outside of some shit like "kitty" or "kitty cat" or some variation thereof.

"Might be better for the both of us that I can~ 'Cause you're more fun to fuck around with when you're sober, sorry to say. But ain't like I'm not the same." He's very careful to make sure he's not judging him with that, especially since his own self deprecation is filtered into it.