#mediocremixology ;; husker
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" HUSK! "
--- angel slams open his bedroom door, tearing down the stairs, planting himself in front of the bar. his eyes are as wide as saucers, lips curled into a grin. " husk. " he says again, staring at husk with the intensity of an emergency.
and it was just as urgent, in angel's eyes.
he thrust something forward onto the bar. a slightly crumpled piece of paper. upon further inspection . . .
it was a drawing. a bad one. it was slightly stylized stick figures that vaguely resembled both angel and husk . . .
and husk was fucking him. that was the drawing.
angel grinned so wide it hurt. " i made it f'a you. thought you could put it on you'a door. we could match. but, if you'a a fuckin' prude, i made 'dis one, too. "
he thrusts another piece of paper forward. same idea, only instead of fucking, they were holding hands.
this was his attempt at flirting: being an absolute nuisance.
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#;; LMAO#;; truly i just wanted to know husks reaction#;; angels version of flirting is just annoying the absolute piss out of poor husk#;; godspeed kittycat#;; i'll pray for you#;; ic#mediocremixology ;; husker#a loser just like me xx husker
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Alastor's static quiets as he watches his companion lift his head. The fact that Husker needed to look up in order to clarify who was beside him was the slightest bit worrying. Between his static and the way his heels click when he steps, he's not exactly a subtle presence.
"Is something on your mind, old friend?"
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❛ if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ? ❜
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that causes angel to laugh. he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward at the bar.
--- " baby, if ya want head, y'don't gotta play games. yanno i'll give it to ya. but go ahead. if its tails, i'll give ya head, an' whatev'a else you want. heads, an' we'll do somethin' i wanna do. how's'at? "
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quietly skittering up to angel’s door, setting some items outside his door. he’s real shitty at this gift giving thing. maybe he should have knocked on the door? he hasn’t done this in a long time.
his claws hesitated once he stood upright.
“shit…”
husk placed his paw on the wood before knocked, spread his wings, and quickly darted back down the hall to hide away.
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angie was playing with nuggs, tucked away in his room.
--- you'd be surprised how much a baby hellswine was akin to a cat: he was using his phones flashlight as a sort of laser pointer on the floor, and nuggs was oinking away and running after it.
he was laughing, because nuggs kept tripping over his own tiny legs in an attempt to get the light. he also had music playing quietly -- he almost didn't hear the knock. it was one of those things that you're not sure if you heard or not; so he pauses and sits upright, glancing at the door.
" . . . 'ello? "
he blinks. oookay. he sets his phone down, and nuggs's little hooves pat at the wooden plank that it gets stuck on. angel pokes his head out of the door. at first, he doesn't see anything. he almost shuts it and walks away --
and then the tip of his foot knocks something. he glances down, seeing the items set outside of his door. he blinks.
okay. he's got a secret admirer now? in the hotel? either this was a serious safety precaution and he's got another stalker, or, the preferred option . . .
a giddy grin overtakes his face as he looks around a bit harder. " please tell me this is husk bein' shy and i ain't about t'a get tacked and kidnapped. "
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--- angel grinned wider at that, hopping up onto the bar and turning to the side to gently run his fingertips under husk's jaw. " kitty wants a kiss, too? happy t'a be of service. "
he leans forward, planting a deep kiss on husk's lips, while his other hand settles against his jawline. when he finally pulls back, he grips his jaw to turn his head slightly and pepper a couple kisses across the back of his ear.
finally, he stops tormenting the poor feline, giving him a pat on the head and blowing him a kiss. " that suffice, caro? "
#;; this bitch so fucking extra#;; dear god#;; ic#mediocremixology ;; husker#a loser just like me xx husker
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angel had just gone to bed.
--- he'd been talking with husk at the bar for hours; he only had a couple shots, though. he doesn't trust himself to get wasted around husk, or he might say something embarrassing. he'd retired early tonight, because he was starting to want to get handsy. the shots typically had that effect.
it seems husk noticed, because when he checked his phone, his breath hitched. fuck. he had half a mind to go back down there and confront him, but he didn't. if husk had wanted that, he would've said something while angel was there.
but surely husk won't mind if angel . . . reaches for the box he keeps under his bed, and takes full advantage of the little gift husk has given him.
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Anonymous asked:
we did tell Husk. He didn't seem impressed, you're not the fatherly type
"I'm not sure Husker is capable of being impressed! And you're hardly in a position to tell me what kind of type of anything I am."
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