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

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[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.

[bartenderbitch]

"Call me what? We've been talking about two different things, just wanna make sure." Not that he's mad about it.

"Ain't my fault I know more languages than you do, baby~ Coulda asked anyone that knew it and they coulda told you." But he didn't. And now he knows, so the point still worked out well enough in his favor. "Was honestly kinda scared that you might."

[harderdaddy]

“Nikolai,” he laughs, “Or are ya still my Husky?”

“Mmm, I was tryin’ ta memorize it well enough ta ask someone. Shit’s hard to pronounce.”

[bartenderbitch]

"... Almost feels like it's two different people, if I'm honest." He murmurs, that had always really been the problem with it. How close are those two people really to each other? Some things are the same, sure, but some things have really changed. "But you can pick whatever you want, I'd answer to both." Husky's at least more familiar out of his mouth.

"Yeah, it ain't an easy language to learn. But once you know that, everything else ain't that difficult." At least in his opinion, which shouldn't be taken at face value.

[harderdaddy]

“I know the feeling.” Hell, the sinners who stick with their birth names are the odd ones out. Some times you need that disconnect. For all sorts of reasons. Angel wants to leave Anthony and his life behind, but ‘til now Angel’s has really been that much better.

“Husky’s just for me,” he purrs with a smirk, pleased that he’s used it enough for Husk to accept it.

“Heh, says the guy who knows like every language there is.”

[bartenderbitch]

Absolutely the odd ones out, he'd never want most of the people he knew in life to know he was him, either. Not that he suspects the one or two people he'd be fine with knowing he's around to end up in Hell, of course, but the thought still counts.

He can't help a roll of his eyes and a small hint of a smile, because of course that's where Angel would take that. "Guess so~ Ain't no one else calling me that."

"... Baby, there's way more languages than the ones I know. Those're just the... I guess most common you'd hear around the world." He really doesn't think it's a big deal in the slightest. Doesn't stop him from switching over to Italian easily enough to tease him, though. "I do like that I can torment you like this in public and most people aren't gonna know what I mean, though~"

[harderdaddy]

"I could go back to Whiskers," he threatens with a smirk, stretching out and letting himself enjoy the high coupled with such pleasant emotions, a far cry from where it'd started. He'd been all prepared for a pity party and now he can't stop smiling.

"Keep talkin' like that and you're gonna need fight past that whisky dick."

[bartenderbitch]

"Ain't the only one calling me that, so probably better to stick to the other," he murmurs, shifting a little to place his chin quite comfortably back into Angel's chest fluff so he can watch him from that spot. The purring is just happy little rumbles despite everything.

"Like I ain't a fucking expert at working past that shit by now. But I'm quite comfortable right where I am so getting me to move's not gonna happen."

[harderdaddy]

"Who else is callin' ya that?!" Angel's possessiveness over that obvious nickname is maybe a bit overblown, pushing to sit up but weighed down by that pleasant weight of Husk, calming him enough to drop the ire.

"Heh. No? You're the only person I ever met who could resist me, Husky, ya know that?"

[bartenderbitch]

Lord, he did not expect him to get that upset about a nickname of all things. At least his weight gets him to cut the shit and he rolls his eyes lightly, nuzzling back into him to get comfortable again. "Calm down, it ain't a huge deal. It's almost as if whiskers is the first thing someone thinks about when it comes to a cat or something." Which is. True, of course. Outside of some shit like "kitty" or "kitty cat" or some variation thereof.

"Might be better for the both of us that I can~ 'Cause you're more fun to fuck around with when you're sober, sorry to say. But ain't like I'm not the same." He's very careful to make sure he's not judging him with that, especially since his own self deprecation is filtered into it.