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[harderdaddy]

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

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[bartenderbitch]

[It's probably because of the fur even if he fake hisses at the swat before taking that newly offered bit of neck to move his grooming over to it. They're totally normal, of course they are.]

Maybe so, who woulda ever guessed? [Honestly, it's so strange to him that he falls so easily into this sort of routine, something that's so entirely non-sexual and just... affectionate. He hasn't done anything of the sort since he was alive, that much he knows, but this feels right.]

[harderdaddy]

Neva woulda figured ya'd be so cuddly, that's for sure. [Big grumpy cat, and look at him now. Angel would've bet every cent he own against the fact when they'd first met.]

[bartenderbitch]

Is it really that hard to believe? [The biggest and grumpiest cat that is only a giant cuddley softie around certain people and only when they've earned it, it's perhaps the most cat thing about him.] Though last I heard, that's a cat thing, so I'll blame that. [Says the man that's currently happily grooming Angel while purring.]

[harderdaddy]

Considering how hard ya'd shove me offa ya, a little. [He teases right back, grin suggesting he really hadn't minded all that much even when he had ended up flat on that ground.]

[bartenderbitch]

Did I shove you off me when you stopped acting like a fake shit? [He huffs lightly against his neck, giving a loooong lick up his throat and up to his jawline. Totally not with ulterior motives.]

[harderdaddy]

I went died, you're gonna hafta tell me, Husky. [Another laugh, and Angel makes that rattling stridulation noise again, content.]

[bartenderbitch]

I didn't. [Once he's at his jawline he steals a kiss with a grin, this absolute asshole right here.] Had we gotten a little longer, I still think this woulda played out at some point.

[harderdaddy]

[The confirmation makes Angel grins.] Always the long game with you, when ya coulda had be from the start. [A tease, he knows Husk didn't take him seriously until their little explosive heart to heart. But clearly Angel was ready to go again on his end, so any extra time past his own death, he's gonna place at Husk's feet.]

[bartenderbitch]

I'm an old-fashioned kind of man, what can I say? [Pft, old-fashioned nothing. But he's just going to casually pull Angel onto his lap so he can just nuzzle into his chest fluff for no particular reason, just purr loudly the entire time. Is Angel sure he wants to deal with this utter idiot of a man? Really?]

[harderdaddy]

Mosta the old fashioned men I know don' purr so loud with their face in another man's tits~ [But the spider's not complaining, happily settling on Husk's lap and combing his claws through dark fur.] Comfy in there?

[bartenderbitch]

Old fashioned man that likes attractive people, that better? [He's quite happy to be like this, if his tail is any indication with the swaying it's doing, he's ridiculous.] Mhmm~ People really missing out on not doing this.

[harderdaddy]

Yeah? Should I offer sessions? Lend myself out as a pillow, or you like keepin' that all to yourself.

[bartenderbitch]

[For a long moment he remains quiet other than the loud purring, very clearly pondering over this very seriously.]

Maybe I wanna be a little possessive over one thing~

[harderdaddy]

[Angel laughs and continues petting him, humming softly.]
Old softie.

[bartenderbitch]

Oh shut up, would you prefer me to go back to being grouchy and pushing you off of me?

[He's clearly not serious about any of those words, especially while his face is still very much shoved in chest fluff. Totally normal.]

[harderdaddy]

I do have a thing for that grouchy old man. Ya can push me around sometimes, when we're feelin' nostalgic, how 'bout that?

[You could be in a cat poster right now, Husk.]

[bartenderbitch]

I guess I could do that. [He shifts a little and totally not at all doing that ridiculous kneading shit against his abdomen while buried in the fluff.]

Push you down on the bed, straddle your waist maybe....

[harderdaddy]

[What is- Angel's head tilts as he tries to work out that new sensation and then grins. Jesus.]

Yeah? Ya thinkin' a doin' that now maybe?

[bartenderbitch]

[The cat form is absolutely more than just appearances more and more, it would seem. He laughs lightly at the words, burying a little bit further before licking the fur in front of him.]

Maybe? I am rather fond of massages, you know. And it seems like you aren't opposed to it.

[harderdaddy]

Mmm, heh, careful, that stuff is longer than the rest.

[The poor hairball Husk is eventually going to be left with.]

Ain't opposed at all.

[bartenderbitch]

I'll be fine~ [He'll deal with the hairball situation later, for now he doesn't care as he's more keen on being an affectionate cat. Though he finally pulls himself out of the chest fluff to watch him again, good grief.]

Then lay down and get comfy, baby. Front or back, either's fine.

[harderdaddy]

[Snickering, Angel slides off of Husk's lap and stretches himself out over the bed, face up. Who is he to deprive Husk of his favorite attribute?]

This the sexy kinda massage or the relaxin' kind?