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

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[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.

[harderdaddy]

It shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that Angel might cut a bitch for invading his territory. Buuuut he does know Husk is fucking other people, he can't bring this kind of manic energy to the table. It doesn't stop him from pouting.

He snorts in disbelief, but doesn't seem offended at least. "Sober-ish," he allows, not sure anything but those first weeks here would really count as sober.

[bartenderbitch]

Unlike the rest, he comes back to Angel at the end of the day instead of just wandering off to his room. There's a clear distinctive line there, if he were asked, and he'd very much explain that as plainly as possible if asked. Though the pout does earn him a nose boop and a grin.

"More sober than you were before, how 'bout that?" It's not exactly hard to exceed that bar, but he's already more than aware that being entirely sober isn't in their cards. There's enough reasons to fall back into old patterns and habits, especially when it was things used to dull the pain.

[harderdaddy]

"Mm-" Angel nods his consent, even if there is a small pout at being denied right this moment. "Not a bad incentive," he admits, though he doubts any of his Wardens will be pleased to learn sex is his motivation to keep clean-ish.

[bartenderbitch]

"Any incentive is better than nothing," he mutters, leaning up to kiss under his chin before letting his rough tongue trail against the skin under the fur. It's not like it's great, sure. But a start is a start and if it works, then it works.

"'Sides, if anyone says shit about it, I'll knock their skull in." He won't, but it's a threat none-the-less.

[harderdaddy]

Angel snickers, humming softly and letting his eyes lull closed.

"Sexy," he purrs with a cheeky grin.