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Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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UHHHH after beach shit, nebulous time period goes HERE

[bartenderbitch]

[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?

[harderdaddy]

[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?

[bartenderbitch]

[So he's not interrupting anything, probably. That's at least a little helpful in calming his nerves.]

Kinda. Just wanted to see if you had a moment to talk in person? You know I ain't terribly fond of these things. Just didn't wanna intrude if you were doing something, nothing majorly important.

[harderdaddy]

lol. You don't gotta ask. But since you did- I ain't ever too busy for you, Husky. Doors open. Or do you want me to come over there?

[bartenderbitch]

I'll come over there, my place's all boring and basic, anyway. Gimme about five.

[As if it ever takes him that long, really. He is, however, going to knock on the door just in case before opening the door and carefully closing it behind him. He's doing his best to look relatively neutral about everything, but there's a faint hint of something bothering him.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's lounging stomach down on his bed, flipping through an old magazine, closing it as he takes in Husk's expression.]

...ya good, Whiskers? [Something seems...off?]

[bartenderbitch]

[Aw, shit, is he that easy to read? Well, he might as well not try and deny it as he huffs softly and moves to actually sit on the edge of the bed so he can still see him but also deny it at the same time. His tail curls around his leg loosely as he contemplates how to even start this.]

Mostly. Just... dunno, got a question? [Maybe he shouldn't be so vague, for starters.] Shit, I'm not good at any of this. But I guess what I wanted to ask is what the fuck are we even?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel blinks, pushing to sit up as he tries to wrap his head around the question. He understands the what of it, but not the why... Are they anything to each other? Friends...friends who flirt. Sure, Angel'd be happy with more, but that's not-]

What d'ya mean, Husk? We're-... [Fuck. He doesn't know.] ...Why are ya askin' me this?

[bartenderbitch]

[That's the answer he expected, honestly. Neither one of them seems to know just what they're even doing and it's... a little jarring to him as he tries to get his thoughts together. A weird taste in his mouth, a weird guilt that he's not sure the why of, he thought he had all this shit figured out.]

'Cause I feel like an absolute fuckin' heel right now. [Slowly he rubs at his face, he can maybe do this, it'll be fine. It's nothing serious.] All my fuckin' talk about how everything's fine, how I didn't really wanna engage in a lot of shit, been here a fuckin' week and all that went to utter shit and I feel... guilty about it? Fuck, I don't know.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel puts his acting skills to good use as his mind races ahead to explain what Husk could feel guilty for. There's only one explanation that really fits, and he fights the furrow it tries to cause in his brow. It's not fair to feel any kind of way about that if he's right. Not after the work he does. Or the people he's made time with here.]

...we ain't- There's nothin' ta feel guilty 'bout, Whiskers. Not unless things changed in those months I don't got?

[Were they more to each other?]

What...happened? [Maybe's he wrong.]

[bartenderbitch]

[If only he was wrong about it, he'd feel less like an utter ass about the whole entire thing. It's still gnawing on him, even if he doesn't necessarily regret what happened, no, he knows exactly what all of that was. But it was the dawning realization after that started to weigh on his mind.]

Look, I'm just... I know that it's fuckin' stupid and shit but it still bothers me, I guess? Like I know casual sex is just that, it don't mean shit on any other level, really. [He's going to just ramble at this point, maybe he'll get to the point he's trying to make eventually within the word salad.] Didn't really think about it all that much 'cause of that reason.

I don't fucking know, Angel, it felt like a shitty fucking thing to do to you specifically. [He's very bad at this, if it was not entirely obvious by this point.]

[harderdaddy]

[There's very little change to Angel's expression, but there's an odd ache he tries to ignore. He's all for casual sex. Why is he feeling this way? Why is Husk??]

Do you...want us ta be somethin'? [Was all that flirting more than just playing?]

You don't gotta feel bad. It ain't like I'm the one ta tell anyone ta keep it in their pants. It's just sex. [Right?]

[bartenderbitch]

[Unfortunately he knows exactly why he's feeling this way but words are difficult and he's not sure if he's overstepping if he even says what he wants to. Which is precisely why he goes silent from his talking for a brief moment before he just flops back a bit, perhaps looking ridiculous but he can at least look at him properly this way.]

Do you want us to be? [He's not answering that question first, he already knows what his own answer is. But he's not doing a great job of hiding how tentative he is about the whole subject.]

[harderdaddy]

[There's a beat of silence, Angel not sure how to answer. He knows what he wants, but that's not historically of great importance.]

...Last guy I was serious with was Val. Is Val? [Their relationship status has been ambiguous for a while. He knows Val has Vox and whoever else, and obvious Angel...works. But if Val's not getting paid then he's very much of the opinion that Angel shouldn't be touched. Anytime anything's gotten even close to feelings it's been stopped dead in its tracks.] I dunno how ta do that stuff...

[He grips himself, folding over like his body is trying to make itself smaller and sighs]

I want- ...I like you, Husk.

[bartenderbitch]

[There's something about the fact that Val is the last one on that list that gets under his skin more than he'd care to admit. He... wouldn't even call that remotely close to that list, given everything. But he remains silent as he watches him, frowning softly at the whole entire thing. They're... they're damaged, both of them, that much he is absolutely aware of.

Slowly he rolls himself back over so he can scoot closer to him and attempt to scoop Angel up and pull him to his chest, voice low and soft.]

Then we'll figure this shit out together, yeah?

[harderdaddy]

[It had been sweet once upon a time. Different than whatever it is now. Least that's how he remembers it.

Oh. Angel doesn't resist, a bit stiff at first, before he lets himself relax a little into that comforting touch. It feels safe~ ]

Yeah?

[He can't help but sound unsure, but there's a nod. They there was ever a shot at exploring this, this is it.]

[bartenderbitch]

[He could almost believe that, given what he knows of that particular man and how Overlords tend to work to make sure they have control over their souls.

At least he does finally relax and Husk is more than keen to nuzzle into him, making that faint purring be known and wrapping his tail loosely around Angel's waist to keep him close.]

Mhmm. I'm sure we'll fuck up along the way, but that's how you learn. [Not like he has much experience with any of this, either, but there's no better time than the present to start, right?]

[harderdaddy]

[The affection earns a soft laugh, and Angel leans into the touch, fingers lighting on that tail and stroking it softly.]

I love that sound, ya know that? When ya purr?

[At least Husk knows they're going to fuck up. It's pretty much a guarantee. But he's never had someone offer that acceptance even before he manages to make a mess of things.]


I'll try an be a fast learner.

[bartenderbitch]

[For as much as he acts like he doesn't care or take care of this whole form he despises, he's still ridiculously soft to the touch.]

Pft. You're the only person that does. [Or so he thinks, it's pretty much an involuntary reaction at this point, one he doesn't tend to notice until it's pointed out to him. But it's been a... nice thing lately and something he's doing far more often than he'd ever done in the past.

Wouldn't be fair if he judged him for it when he's going to probably make just as many missteps, but that's the fun of it, isn't it?]

Take it at your own pace, baby. We ain't in any kind of rush.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's fingers are gentle, combing through the soft fur, shifting and turning his head
so he can press an ear to Husk's chest. The rumble of the purr and that heart beat a soothing combination.] Somethin' about it feels nice. Maybe just knowin' some part of you is happy.

[He smiles, nodding softly.]

Mmm, first person in a long time that wasn't in a rush~

[bartenderbitch]

[It'll certainly end up being a cycle if he keeps combing through his fur like that, the purring never ceasing while everything is comfortable. One of his hands moves to lightly rub at Angel's back, keeping things as soothing as he possibly can while they're like this.]

Hopefully that ain't surprising for you? [No one said he wasn't allowed to lightly tease him, a grin pulling at his lips while he shifts just enough to be able to wrap his wings around them. It's safe and familiar, at least to him.]

Maybe that'll become a new normal for you, sometimes rushing misses all the little things~ Might getcha done quicker and movin' on, but then you miss the details.

[harderdaddy]

You not bein' a grump for once?~

[The wings folding around him draw another similarity to the early days with Val, shutting out that outside world and letting it just be the two of them in that moment. Fingers reach to trace those feathers, a smile on his face.]

The details, huh? What details are ya seein' now?

[bartenderbitch]

Oh come on, I'm not always grumpy. [Only most of the time, but private and public are two different things as far as he's concerned.

The outside world doesn't really matter to him at this particular moment, more focused on the here and now, including trying to bury his face into Angel's neck just for all the more contact between the two of them. At least he's nice enough to get out of his fluff for a moment or two while talking.]

Well, seein' a real smile on you, seeing you comfortable, it's... a sure better change from everything else. [Speaking of, he's burying his face once more, though he can't help but nuzzle far enough into the fur to find skin and place a small kiss. Evidently the kitty is feeling rather affectionate at the moment.]

[harderdaddy]

[He snorts.] No?

[Though it's easy to forget in this moment, Angel snickering at just what a cuddle bug Husk turned out to be.]

Less fake? [Another laugh, and Angel grabs Husk's bow tie.] Come up here and kiss me properly if you're gonna start with all that.

[bartenderbitch]

[Maybe the form Hell gave him is far more appropriate for his personality than he'd ever care to admit to. And luckily he doesn't have to pull on him that hard for him to surface from his fluff with a bit of a grin.]

I didn't say it, you did. [But he never once complained about it, given he's more than keen to lean up and steal a soft kiss while that purring never once stops. Nor is he keen on moving away from him, either, leaning his forehead against his.]