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[harderdaddy]

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

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[harderdaddy]

Clinging to him with a laugh, Angel enjoys being carried around more than he cares to admit. Such a casual show of strength and caring.

His smaller eyes blink open, trying to see better while his main eyes adjust, and his gaze softens in surprise. "Better hope I don't get used ta this, or I'm gonna demand this kinda pamperin' every night."

[bartenderbitch]

Evidently he's quite fond of it, too, given the purring and the fact he's more than happy for him to cling like that. Husk obviously doesn't have the height advantage, so he has to remind him every-so-often of what advantage he does have.

"I wouldn't say no to it being demanded, but only 'cause it's you." It would be a joke in most contexts, but he seems... serious about it, especially given he's shifting him just enough to kiss at his jawline before gently setting the ridiculous spider in the water that he's hoping is still warm at this point. But once he does that he's wiggling around to get in after him, even if the adjustment of limbs is going to be a little ridiculous for them and he's quite content to instead tuck himself against Angel in this moment.

[harderdaddy]

"Heh, you're all caught up in my web."
The cat's down bad and so is Angel.

The water is warm and pleasant, even if it does deflate their fur, at least it's a shared experience, and Angel lets himself relax.

[bartenderbitch]

"What? To get the old man in too deep and make him into your personal servant and fucktoy?" He is down bad and he's not really going to deny as such, though he can't help but tease him in turn.

It's... extremely relaxing given everything and Husk's just adding onto it with the low rumbling purrs that Angel can probably feel just by the ridiculous cat leaning back against his chest like that.

[harderdaddy]

"Mmmmmhmm. Good plan, right?" He smiles lazily, petting his fingers through Husk's fur and worrying an ear gently.

"Who knew you were such a softie."

[bartenderbitch]

"It certainly worked out for you," he murmurs, quite happily moving to push into each and every little touch that he's giving him right now. He never thought he could be this relaxed or this... happy of all things in his afterlife, but evidently he just needed to run into the right person.

"Just for you, baby." Which isn't an entire lie, of course. "Merry Sinsmas or whatever-the-fuck."

[harderdaddy]

"I won't tell no one," he promises, enjoying that he gets to see this side of Husk that feels deeper than the side he usually shows off, no hiding behind that grumpy face.

"Happy Sinsmas," he agrees, not sure all this sentimental and cuddly stuff exactly fits with the spirit of Sinmas, but who says they can't make it their own?