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

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CW drugs/addiction etc

[harderdaddy]

It's a moment before Angel let's himself in, not as manic as he is with his drugs of choice back home, but definitely in an altered state. He sets Fat Nuggets down on the bed and then nods towards the bathroom.

"Can I-...?" Outside the club atmosphere, doing it in front of Husk feels...messy.

CW drugs/addiction etc all the way down

[bartenderbitch]

While he honestly doesn't like seeing him like this, he's pretty certain he knows the recent why he's been pushed this far and Husk isn't about to lecture him about it. Not when he understands and he nods slowly in answer, having already dug through whatever stash he had to find a nice bottle of straight whiskey to start sipping on.

"Go ahead, I'll be here," he answers softly enough, no judgment at all in his tone.

[harderdaddy]

He probably takes too much considering he hasn't been using nearly as much as back home, but it numbs him well enough that he's not overly concerned. It takes more than that to kill him, and even it does- Angel stops that thought from continuing with a frown. He can't do that to Husk.

He tries to make himself presentable, and finally emerges again, crawling up onto the bed and giving both the pig and the cat a kiss. Flopping back he makes a face at the ceiling.

"...you need more pillows."

[bartenderbitch]

At least they also come back in this place, so nothing has really changed on that front except it might take less time to pull themselves back together? It's been an idle thought in his own mind every so often when things get a little much for him, but nothing he's put too much stock into.

A small bit of a smile crosses his expression before he shifts to flop against Angel, resting his cheek in his chest fluff so he can watch him properly. And also take a few more than necessary drinks from his bottle. No purring this time, yet.

"I know, I know. So you keep telling me," he starts before snorting softly, well... "At this point might as well just redecorate it since you've practically moved in and it's pretty fuckin' bare bones, huh?"

[harderdaddy]

There's that. Hardly any stakes at all, apart from knowing how much it hurts. That and hurting the people who care about him.

Angel pets idly through Husk's fur, almost like any night, but his gaze is unfocused. He manages a small smile, belated.

"Uh huh. Like you're on a business trip. It's not...you."

[bartenderbitch]

How much it hurts only to know it wasn't even really worth the fucking effort put into it to get that sort of result. And the inevitable questioning that came after it. A whole lot of bullshit for a whole lot of nothing, if you asked him.

Husk probably won't be too far behind him in this particular escapade, having been mostly good and having dialed back a lot of his drinking up until now. This was... safe? In a safe place, with a safe person, there was no reason to be worried about what he did here.

"Don't really know how much of anything is really me, kid." How long has he been on this fucking leash now? He can't quite remember, but long enough to have discarded most of what he had considered being "him" before everything. "Like my darker colors, I guess, less damage on my eyes."

[harderdaddy]

Safe. Safe as two addicts relapsing can be at least. Angel's brow creases with guilt, the weight of his roll in this looming large.

"You're more than that," he murmurs, a bit distantly but trying his best through the haze settling over him. "...ya think a something real and I'll tell ya a secret," he offers.

[bartenderbitch]

As safe as two relapsing addicts can be.

He's quiet for the longest moment as he processes that murmur before he hums to himself, tail lightly resting over Angel's abdomen. "Mmm. I can think of one real thing, but you gotta stay real still, okay?~" He's the worst, it's true.

[harderdaddy]

Fingers start to fidget with that tail, but still at Husk's answer.
He blinks, momentarily apprehensive, but he nods softly. "Okay."

[bartenderbitch]

Hopefully he's less apprehensive when the purring starts and he's wiggling to straddle him enough to lean close and steal a quick kiss. But afterward he stays close, voice barely above a whisper with the purr added into it. "I do know that I fucking love you. That's one thing I can say with certainty." Is it the drink or what? Who knows. But he seems sober enough at the moment.

[harderdaddy]

That's...terrifying and wonderful all at once, and Angel would've had trouble processing it even if he weren't fucked up right now.

Those two emotions war on his face, chest feeling empty and face hot.
"Husky-" he blinks, eyes damp. "What are y-?"

[bartenderbitch]

He's well aware that Angel has about the same hangups about this that he does and he's not offended by him not being able to really respond to it as most people would expect. He huffs softly, using the back of his hand to gently wipe away any tears that might want to form.

"I already told you that I'm sure of that. Nothing you say is going to change it and I already know you want to say you ain't worth it but, fuck, I don't think anyone deserves me either." There's a small hint of a grin, oh boy. "But we're both absolute fucking losers, right?"

[harderdaddy]

"I ain't," he argues, but he smiles and turns his head clumsily to kiss Husk's wrist. "Heh. We are~ I love- hh- I love ya too, Husk." It's difficult for him to get out, but he manages, and it makes that flush grow hotter. "Losers in love. Ya still want that secret, Husky?"

[bartenderbitch]

Clumsy or not, the action is absolutely delightful to him and he's biting back a small laugh while very much offering his wrist to him. "Glad to hear it, baby," he mutters softly, nuzzling into his neck for a moment before looking back up at him.

Gods, everything about him like this is adorable, even accounting for the fact he's high off his ass. "Losers in love sounds like some sappy-ass romance novel. But sure, let's hear it."

[harderdaddy]

It's not the confessional he might've imagined, but it is very much them.

"Anthony. My name was Anthony." The context comes after, a little confusing, but Husk is now one of a very small number with that knowledge.

[bartenderbitch]

Oh.

He actually pauses at that little confession, a brow raising slowly as he mulls it over. "... Would you rather me call you that or nah? I know that's a little... raw for some people." Like himself, since he's only really sort of told one person his own thus far.

[harderdaddy]

"It doesn't always feel like...me anymore." Did that makes sense? He does enjoy those sweet moments where Wen Ning uses it, even if the same name uttered by Val can bring him to his knees. "Not always. But if ya wanna use it... Jus' don' call me 'Tony'."

[bartenderbitch]

He can't help a soft amused snort at the last bit, stealing another kiss for good measure. "Should I start using the Italian on you from now on, then? Because do you know how many Italian Anthonys there are out there?" He's clearly joking with him, though he does finally settle down again, his chin in his chest fluff. "... Mine was Nikolai, if you were ever wondering why I was speaking Russian so commonly 'round here or something."

[harderdaddy]

Angel snorts and rolls his eyes. "Heh, 'Ti amo, Anthony~' Too many." Joking is easy, even like this. "...ti amo Nikolai," he murmur, and then laughs. "Do you really mean it, or are we just fucked up right now?"

[bartenderbitch]

"Too fucking many, even out west as I was~" But he pauses a little when he hears his own name. His name, not the bullshit he'd taken up as a demon. And he buries his face into his chest with a light huff to hide the red climbing to his cheeks even if it makes the way to the tips of his ears as always. Give him a moment to regain his composure so he can answer. "I don't say anything if I don't mean it, fucked up or not." Though he finally looks back up at him, his tail lightly thumping the bed again. "... 'Sides, I've said it many a time in Russian, you just didn't understand it then."

[harderdaddy]

The bit of red he can see makes Angel feel more floaty than the drugs, and he grins up at the ceiling.

"You-" Oh. "How long-?" Angel thinks back, each mysterious tease might've been a confession and he had no idea.

[bartenderbitch]

What a surprise that he's just as much of a goober as was expected. Though he hums briefly as he tries to think of the first time he said it and technically that was... in English back then, but if he means Russian specifically...

"Not long after we fucked the first time. Ya tebya lyublyu, specifically."

[harderdaddy]

"Ya teb- mm- ya need ta teach me that one when my head ain't spinnin'," Angel says, stumbling over the first syllables before giving up.

"Long con."

[bartenderbitch]

He can't help a laugh at the attempt, the purring having ramped up to normal levels at this point. "I'll teach you whatever the fuck you want me to later, promise." Not like they don't have all the time in the world for him to do that after all, right?

"Is it a long con when I wasn't sure how you'd react to it?"

[harderdaddy]

"You want me ta call you that?" he asks belatedly.

"Ya got ta practice it all this time." But it's a fair point. Angel may have been scared off if he was told sooner. Or sober.