[She's been here like two days and she already has an Inmate. Even if it's a temporary pairing, she still wants to do her best.
Though she has no idea what Angel looks like, so she does some quick network sleuthing to get his number.]
Hey - Angel, right? I'm Jesse. It looks like we got paired this month. Did you wanna meet up and talk about it, see where we wanna go with it?
Though she has no idea what Angel looks like, so she does some quick network sleuthing to get his number.]
Hey - Angel, right? I'm Jesse. It looks like we got paired this month. Did you wanna meet up and talk about it, see where we wanna go with it?
[Angel hasn't done this before, and he wants to set things off with the right tone. Meaning he wants to make it very clear he ain't some push over.]
Nothin' ta talk about, toots. How 'bout I just stay outta your hair and you stay outta mine. Easy. Don' need a babysitter.
[He uses his boredest and least interested tone possible, hoping to scare her off.]
Nothin' ta talk about, toots. How 'bout I just stay outta your hair and you stay outta mine. Easy. Don' need a babysitter.
[He uses his boredest and least interested tone possible, hoping to scare her off.]
[A slow but steady stream of Nuggets pictures and short clips, as long as Vaggie has him. Lots of napping. Going to a pizza party. Playing in the greenhouse. Having a little swim. Occasionally posed, though Vaggie does not have Angel's aplomb with photoshoots and they're all slightly blurry, as the pair of sunglasses starts to fall off his snout or he becomes bored of sitting in front of flowers and is halfway through getting up to trundle away.]
[Angel does his best to give some small reaction to each snippet he receives regardless of how he's feeling. And while they might not be the best pictures, they are pictures of his baby, who he misses.
Once he starts feeling not quite so shitty he's able to give a more coherant reply.]
He been a good boy for you? Looks like he's been having fun.
Once he starts feeling not quite so shitty he's able to give a more coherant reply.]
He been a good boy for you? Looks like he's been having fun.
[There is a knock at Angel's door. Thrawn, who lives next door, has a proposition for his new neighbor]
[Angel answer's the door after a moment, holding a little hell pig and looking down at his visitor in question.]
...What do ya want?
[A very welcoming response.]
...What do ya want?
[A very welcoming response.]
[Silver'd debated calling, but he is a little concerned about the guy. Spider-demon he may be, but Silver'd had a spark of fellow feeling....]
I hope you came through our recent inconveniences in one piece.
I hope you came through our recent inconveniences in one piece.
[Not having to show his face makes acting unbothered by the horrific events a little easier, and Angel's voice was close to that same flirty tone from the last time they'd spoken.]
Heh~ Is that what we're callin' it? Still got all my limbs. Don' tell me you were worried? I ain't even shown ya a good time yet.
Heh~ Is that what we're callin' it? Still got all my limbs. Don' tell me you were worried? I ain't even shown ya a good time yet.
[Like the last time she watched Nuggs, Vaggie sends a steady stream of messages to his inbox, though it feels a bit weirder and a lot more melancholy. She doesn't like him, specifically, being in a coma, even if the barge version doesn't really share anything but a name with the guy's actual cause of death. Usually it's pictures or video of the pig, sometimes it's just absentminded verbal abuse (affectionate). Just checking in, buddy, even if you're not on the other end at the moment.]
[ He's reaching out because of this. ]
Angel Dust? My name is Vincent Valentine. Tendi asked me to help you and your pig.
[ His voice is completely serious and without any judgement or impatience. ]
Angel Dust? My name is Vincent Valentine. Tendi asked me to help you and your pig.
[ His voice is completely serious and without any judgement or impatience. ]
I'm tryin' ta make my way to him. Are you any closer to the 17th level?
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[The other boat had been shit and being back on the Barge was something of a relief, but before he can let himself really relax, Blitzø knows there's a few people he needs to drop in on if he can. It takes a minute for him to find Angel's room but he hopes that the sinner is in when he knocks.]
[There's a snuffling from behind the door, and not long after Angel answers with Fat Nuggets tucked under an arm. The hellpig squirms, grunting a greeting at the imp as Angel steps aside to welcome him in.]
Place is kinda a mess, but hey, wanna come in?
Place is kinda a mess, but hey, wanna come in?
UHHHH after beach shit, nebulous time period goes HERE
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[Shit. Shit, fuck, dammit. He's been here, what, a week maybe and is already kicking himself.
In theory he could just go to his room, knock on the door, and have this conversation. But, Husk is maybe feeling a little safer sending a message first so that he doesn't end up running with his tail between his legs.
It's... not like they've made anything official or even really talked about shit, so this shouldn't be a big deal, right? Right.]
Angel? Where're you at right now?
In theory he could just go to his room, knock on the door, and have this conversation. But, Husk is maybe feeling a little safer sending a message first so that he doesn't end up running with his tail between his legs.
It's... not like they've made anything official or even really talked about shit, so this shouldn't be a big deal, right? Right.]
Angel? Where're you at right now?
[The buzz of his device still makes Angel flinch instinctively, and he rolls his eyes at himself as he picks it up. How long is it going to take for that to instinct to fade? He brightens when he sees Husk's name, that anxiety calmed in an instant.]
My room. You looking for me?
My room. You looking for me?
Angel baby~ Do you happen to know who that person is that you so graciously invited over for a live show?
You ain't looking for a fight, are you? Pretty sure I know, but ain't the first time I made an open invitation in this place.
[WHY IS HE HERE. Blitzø honestly doesn't know. He should have just ignored the note, it was probably just dicking around anyway. But he does like Angel Dust and spending time with the spider sinner isn't so bad... Fuck, he should have come up with a reason to be here other than the note, just in case it was dicking around after all.
He turns, debating running away, and smacks his tail against the door with a loud thump.]
Fuck!
He turns, debating running away, and smacks his tail against the door with a loud thump.]
Fuck!
[That...is a weird noise, but the curse that follows it, and the interest of Fat Nuggets draws Angel to the door before Blitzø can make good on any thoughts of running away. The sinner looks only briefly surprised before a smile pulls at his face, and he snickers softly.]
Well ain't you direct?~ [Half tease, half play excuse for Blitzø shouting 'fuck!' outside his door that isn't cold feet.] Come on in. [Something the hellpig makes a little difficult in his efforts to greet/sniff the imp.]
Well ain't you direct?~ [Half tease, half play excuse for Blitzø shouting 'fuck!' outside his door that isn't cold feet.] Come on in. [Something the hellpig makes a little difficult in his efforts to greet/sniff the imp.]
Angel baby~ Could you come over here when you get the chance? No rush or anything, door's unlocked.
It's a little bit before Husk's door eases open, Angel letting himself in, and moving to make himself comfortable on the bed. It's strange how quickly this room has begun to feel like an extension of his own, just lacking his personal sense of interior design.
"Was half expectin' an visitor in here with ya," he teased, cozying up to Husk.
"Was half expectin' an visitor in here with ya," he teased, cozying up to Husk.
Thank you for your gift, Angel. It was....unexpected.
What may I give you in return?
What may I give you in return?
You don't gotta give me anything.
But I like pretty things.
But I like pretty things.
are you and Wen Ning dating or not?
I apologize for whatever my inmate said.
[Weird and stilted. Wen Ning doesn't usually text, but he doesn't feel up to proper conversation yet. He'd much rather just hide from this, but that feels irresponsible. He's prepared to be told to fuck or, or for, worse, no answer at all.]
I'd have stopped him if I realized he was going to bother you. He was in a terrible mood. Please just ignore it.
[Weird and stilted. Wen Ning doesn't usually text, but he doesn't feel up to proper conversation yet. He'd much rather just hide from this, but that feels irresponsible. He's prepared to be told to fuck or, or for, worse, no answer at all.]
I'd have stopped him if I realized he was going to bother you. He was in a terrible mood. Please just ignore it.
[The answer takes a while, but Angel can't just leave him on read.]
Am I hurting you?
Am I hurting you?
Needless to say, Husk was quite glad to have ushered the last people out of the lounge and clean everything up once the whole nonsense had calmed down. Fireworks and the like he hadn't cared about, he had one thing in mind for how to start his new year and it had been something quite specific.
Hopefully Angel isn't about to fuss as Husk just quickly scoops the spider demon up into his arms to finally leave the lounge, making sure it's locked and making his way down tohis their cabin below. Anyone and everyone that might be in the way is plainly ignored as he gets the cabin door open and closes it with a kick behind him before gently setting him down on the bed and crawling up after him.
The purring has not stopped even once since he'd scooped him up, immediately shoving his face into Angel's chest fluff and tail wrapping loosely around his waist.
Hopefully Angel isn't about to fuss as Husk just quickly scoops the spider demon up into his arms to finally leave the lounge, making sure it's locked and making his way down to
The purring has not stopped even once since he'd scooped him up, immediately shoving his face into Angel's chest fluff and tail wrapping loosely around his waist.
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."
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."
[He's pretty sure Angel is out and about doing things, but Husk is being a very angry old man in their his cabin instead.]
I am going to break that bitch's face and make certain she can't talk for a few months at this rate.
I am going to break that bitch's face and make certain she can't talk for a few months at this rate.
<3 aww, babe
I can break my own faces
I'm fine
It don't bother me
I can break my own faces
I'm fine
It don't bother me
[Historically, Wen Ning has covered his ears and hummed through network arguments. He knows he can't handle people like that without knowing exactly what he needs to say. He'd just shut down if he tried.
Still feels like a coward for not at least trying to join the fray, though.]
Do you need anything, Treasure?
[Are you alright is a silly question under the circumstances. Practicality is a refuge.]
Still feels like a coward for not at least trying to join the fray, though.]
Do you need anything, Treasure?
[Are you alright is a silly question under the circumstances. Practicality is a refuge.]
[Angel's voice is...off. Detached in a way that it isn't usually, having taken more of his stash than he should've.]
You're sweet. M'fine. It ain't a big deal. Nothin' no one said that weren't true.
[Does it sound convincing enough?]
You're sweet. M'fine. It ain't a big deal. Nothin' no one said that weren't true.
[Does it sound convincing enough?]
Hey Angel? Sorry if you're busy, but just wondering-
Do you have condoms?
Do you have condoms?
[There's a snort of laughter.]
Ohhh, yeah, I got you, girl. What kind do you want? Something basic? Flavoured? Glow-in-the dark? I got 'em all~
Ohhh, yeah, I got you, girl. What kind do you want? Something basic? Flavoured? Glow-in-the dark? I got 'em all~
On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the worst, how are you feeling right now?
physically? Somewhere around -27
Angel Dust…? I'm Ishmael. This month I'll be your temporary warden, so if you need anything, just let me know.
Oh, if you're okay with it, I'd like us to just meet up for… an hour, maybe? Not to interrogate you. Just to talk.
Oh, if you're okay with it, I'd like us to just meet up for… an hour, maybe? Not to interrogate you. Just to talk.
Ya can't get me more drugs, can you?
[He snickers, but gives a soft hum.]
Yeah, I guess I could do that.
[He snickers, but gives a soft hum.]
Yeah, I guess I could do that.
[Husk had been quiet post Breach, keeping an eye on the network when someone had pointed out the murders that were going on. He had, at first, tried to message Angel to make sure that he was okay as he hadn't returned to their cabin and he knew he wasn't in his own considering Nuggets had been using the pet-sized door to stay in the shared cabin. His anxiousness hadn't settled down when he heard nothing from him, remaining on edge the entire time.
He had to wait, had to not panic. They couldn't die for real here, right? It was the same deal as Hell and it wasn't like either of them hadn't been through it before. Luckily the pig was the reason he knew to go check Angel's cabin when the small creature had scampered out with a loud squeal.
... And the fact the spider was out of it on the bed confirmed his suspicions. Without a word and being as gentle about it as he could, he'd scooped him up into his arms, holding him close to his body and allowing his wings to cover him while transporting him back to his own cabin and setting him down on the bed, making sure that he was propped up with as many ridiculous pillows as he normally had before grabbing a glass of water and perching on the edge of the bed to watch him.
His tail was already flicking behind him with the anxiety curled tightly in his chest, that and the frown on his lips the only things to give away how much this was eating away at him.]
He had to wait, had to not panic. They couldn't die for real here, right? It was the same deal as Hell and it wasn't like either of them hadn't been through it before. Luckily the pig was the reason he knew to go check Angel's cabin when the small creature had scampered out with a loud squeal.
... And the fact the spider was out of it on the bed confirmed his suspicions. Without a word and being as gentle about it as he could, he'd scooped him up into his arms, holding him close to his body and allowing his wings to cover him while transporting him back to his own cabin and setting him down on the bed, making sure that he was propped up with as many ridiculous pillows as he normally had before grabbing a glass of water and perching on the edge of the bed to watch him.
His tail was already flicking behind him with the anxiety curled tightly in his chest, that and the frown on his lips the only things to give away how much this was eating away at him.]
[There was a soft sound from Angel as he was picked up, but little else, mind fighting against the pain of the death toll to cling to those last few seconds of peace. Seconds became minutes, and without opening his eyes Angel finally managed to hoarsely mumble-]
Stop starrin', Whiskers.
[Like he can feel that concentrated gaze.
Stop starrin', Whiskers.
[Like he can feel that concentrated gaze.
[Has someone looked at a calendar? Sure. Does that also mean he's currently sprawled out across a spider while purring like a motor? Also yes.]
Question for ya, baby. [Oh no.]
Question for ya, baby. [Oh no.]
The sexy kind or the serious kind? [Angel murmurs with a smirk, lulled by that deep purr and pleasant weight.]
[He debated this for a while after coming back to himself, and came to the conclusion that he should do it over the network in case Angel wants space, and also, that he should really just come out and say it.]
Do you want to talk about it or not? Either is fine.
[He hopes the answer is yes, but in all their time together, they've lived in an eternal now, talking around their mutual scars, and he can't just end that by fiat, can he? Even if the barge was particularly insistent?]
Do you want to talk about it or not? Either is fine.
[He hopes the answer is yes, but in all their time together, they've lived in an eternal now, talking around their mutual scars, and he can't just end that by fiat, can he? Even if the barge was particularly insistent?]
[Angel debates his answer internally, torn between very much wanting to pretend it all away and wanting to at least acknowledge his better understanding of Wen Ning's situation.]
...We can talk. Ya know, you were were a pretty damn cute demon.
[Less serious talk isn't so scary to start with.]
...We can talk. Ya know, you were were a pretty damn cute demon.
[Less serious talk isn't so scary to start with.]
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