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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



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Or I won't.

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[harderdaddy]

Musta been somethin', Husk don' get along with...most people. I bugged the shit outta him. You'll have ta share your secrets.

Eh, I ain't good, just persistent~

[Angel knows he could handle it if all Husk was looking for was to get off, but it's true, if shit went south, he didn't have a fucking clue how to handle it. Hell, he doesn't even have the best understanding of the real rules and boundaries, only how to play the role.]


Ya know ya don' gotta ask or nothin'...sounds like it'll help.

[reargunner]

[Well, despite the bumpy start, that did go better than expected and Cain is no longer on edge feeling like he might have to defend himself at any second.]

No secrets. Just old Russian card games and whiskey. [And sharing a language helped, he thinks.]

And, I dunno. Caught him with his guard down or something? All I did was treat him like a fucking person.

[bartenderbitch]

[It probably wouldn't have gotten to that point, anyway, if he were perfectly honest. But it does help that things have significantly calmed down.]

Old Russian card games, whiskey, and banter in a native tongue. That last part's pretty important. [He's not going to comment on the treating him like a fucking person thing, knowing full well that that's true but that's not the point.

Also he can't help himself and just nuzzles into Angel's shoulder for a second, he's already feeling touchy-feely even before now, so this isn't unexpected.] Though perhaps you should stick around for rules and the like just in case, zolotse? [So much for keeping nicknames in English, it's fine.]

[harderdaddy]

[At least for now, Cain's not in any danger, the two of them have managed to turn the conversation around pretty quickly.

His lips quirk a little with the knowledge that at least most of those aren't things Angel couldn't've offered in the first place.]

I threw myself at the guy, and he waited 'til after made a fuckin' fool of myself to start ta change his mind.

[Which is probably for the best, and he looks down at Husk nuzzling him with a fond smile, a hand settling at his back to offer quiet scritches.]

That better mean somethin' nice, *Micio. I can stay if ya want.

((ooc: *pussycat or kitty))

[reargunner]

Doesn't surprise me somehow. Wouldn't know a good thing if it hit him in the face.

[And that is a compliment for Angel as much as it's light and semi-affectionate bullying towards Husk.

Cain finally eases himself away from the wall, looking far less like the human version of a puffed up cat, and he raises his eyebrows at the two of them.]

You two need some time alone? If these mushy as fuck nicknames are gonna turn into something else I can come back later.

[bartenderbitch]

[Who would he be if he turned down any sort of scritches? Though he can't help a roll of his eyes once more, knowing full well that he's being bullied in this particular case.] Ain't my fault it took you so damn long to cut the fake-ass act. [It shouldn't come as any sort of surprise that that bothered him by this point, though he does shift away somewhat from the nuzzling to raise a brow slowly in Cain's direction.]

Last I remember, you were the one that was full body scratching me like a housecat, so don't think you got much of a leg to stand on there, Cain. [See, he's even being good and using the public name!]

If you wanna be a shit 'bout it, then let's go ahead and get this shit over with so you can go be disgusted somewhere else? [He is absolutely fucking with him at this point, because two can absolutely play this game.]

[harderdaddy]

Heh~ [Of course Angel preens. A compliment is one of the quickest ways to his heart.]

Nah, I still gotta wash this stuff outta my fur before I've got a permanent dye job. Ya can have him back as soon as ya hash out whatever rules he wants me here for, and asks that favor of his.

[It amuses him that of the two of them, Husk seems like the one who is going to get them into the most PDA trouble. Who knew the old man would be so cuddly?]

[reargunner]

[Cain just flips Husk off (affectionate), then shrugs slightly and nods in agreement.]

Yeah, good point.

[But he does make a gesture towards Husk because given the proposed dynamic and Angel's involvement, Cain's probably not the one who ought to be dictating boundaries and rules.]

All yours. Let's hear it.

[bartenderbitch]

[Rude!!! He huffs softly to himself again, though he's settling somewhat as he's been told it's now his floor to start talking about things. Ugh, fuck.]

Well, the favor was that if you happened to have a whole leash and collar set-up that you aren't using, baby. Simple 'nough, just figured you'd want some... context... for that. [His tail wraps a little tighter around Angel's waist for no particular reason, jeeze.]

I, uh. Dunno what all goes into all of this shit? [Send help, Cain.]

[harderdaddy]

I gotta few, dependin' on what you're lookin' for.

[Angel eyes Husk's throat, picturing the ones with very unflattering titles on them and smirking. There should be a few plain ones in his collection. His eyes flit to Cain.]

Or any other toys ya might need.

[reargunner]

Not trying to turn this into some sex dungeon thing.

[Oh, the way he says that without even the slightest blush as he meets Angel's eyes directly again and flashes the demon a little smirk. Not trying to turn it into that for now, at least, but he might be asking Angel about what he's got on offer later for... other reasons.]

Keep it simple. Just looking to get Husk out of his head about this shit, right?

[He tilts his head in Husk's direction.]

Though, feel free to make requests. Sure I can work with it.

[bartenderbitch]

[He's absolutely noticing that eyeing of his throat, subconsciously tilting his head up somewhat to give him a better look at it even if he does have that stupid bowtie generally covering it. This might be a better look, if he's honest.

Though he'd mostly turned their words into background noise until he's being looked at and unable to hide the confused cat noise paired with that eye widening and pupils dilating thing. Even if he's quick to try and push all that down and hide his face behind a hand and fake cough, fuck.]

That's... totally all that we're trying to do, of course. [As if he's done a good job of hiding the fact that he's been fucking around with Cain, he's terrible with anything remotely related to secrets and it absolutely shows. And he could and should be bullied for it.]

[harderdaddy]

[Cain's welcome to shop around in Angel's collection. His brows lift at Husk's flustered answer, rolling his eyes.]

Why I don' I go see what I got on hand, an' you two knock out your baseline rules? Ya can fill me in once I'm back with a few options?

[reargunner]

Good idea. I think if any more blood rushes to his head he might have a fucking aneurysm.

[It's kind of fascinating how easy it is to see the blushing with all that fur in the way.

He glances over to Angel and nods, gives a small amused smirk, and moves to perch on the corner of the bed.]

Shouldn't take too long. Can't wait to see what you come up with.

[bartenderbitch]

Ain't like I can die again. [He grumbles, though once Angel is out of the room he huffs quickly and goes to shove himself into Cain's lap and wrap his tail around his waist instead. Which probably looks ridiculous given the size differences, but he does not give a single fuck about that right now.]

Fuck you, asshole. [Affectionate.]

[reargunner]

Oh my god, you're fucking ridiculous.

[His lap is very suddenly entirely full of cat demon (you know, the demon who hates looking like a cat) and he shakes his head before he places his hand down gently against the side of Husk's neck and lightly scritches into the fur there with the tips of his fingers.]

He's interesting. I could like him. [Dangerous words, perhaps, if given due consideration.] And you are gonna have to think of a safe word.

[bartenderbitch]

[Totally hates looking and acting like a cat even while immediately purring away at the scritching into his fur and tilting his head just enough to give him more access to his neck if he wants it. He's absolutely normal, what do you mean.]

Mmm? He's usually an acquired taste, but you got to see him without his bullshit fake act, so. [Took a while for Husk to get to see any of that, but he absolutely understands the fact he could like him.] Seemed like he could get to like you, too, honestly. [Shit. Right. The whole safe word thing, he should... think about that, sure.]

How 'bout "peach" since I doubt that's something I'll ever fucking say outside of the bar?

[reargunner]

Tch. Last person I got told is an 'acquired taste' is only one if you got a taste for sour milk or some shit.

[The less said the better. He takes advantage of the way Husk exposes more of his neck to move his fingertips in wider circles, scratching against his skin as little more firmly.]

Mm, that works, it's short and easy to say. [Scritch scritch...]

And I guess I know a bit about bullshit fake acts. Can't blame him for having one without being a fucking hypocrite.

[bartenderbitch]

Luckily that ain't the case here, I don't have time for that kind of bullshit. [Which probably isn't surprising to Cain in the slightest, if he were perfectly honest. He's also perfectly content with the wider circles and the firmer scratching, a very pleased cat in this situation.]

Comes with the territory of the shit he did back in Hell, so I can't say I blame him for having one. It was just fucking obnoxious having to get through all of it. Especially while he was using the act on me and I don't appreciate that sort of shit.

[reargunner]

[Cain lets out a soft breath through his nose and stays quiet for a moment, then shakes his head.]

... If he wants to tell me about his shit, then I'll find out about it then.

[Not from Husk. He rubs his fingertips behind the cat-demon's ear.]

So I'm thinking we start slow with this stuff, yeah? It's probably gonna fuck with you at first and... I dunno. I don't wanna give Angel more than he can handle either.

[bartenderbitch]

[There's the softest bit of a snort at that first part, not seeming particularly bothered.] None of it isn't public knowledge, ain't my place to tell the private stuff, but it's a pretty clear picture just by the info everyone and their grandma knows. [Gotta love Hell.

Though he'll refrain if he still doesn't want to hear it, more content to talk about this shit at least.]

I assumed that would be the case, yeah. I did a bit of this shit when I was alive, but it was... without the extra bullshit associated to it now.

[reargunner]

[What's public can probably be figured out if Cain cares to look into it. What isn't is none of his business and he's fine with not talking about any of it, since that's not why they're here in any case.]

Hmn. It's gonna be different with the... extra stuff.

[He runs his fingers against Husk's neck again, pausing to scratch against the top of his spine.]

But you're determined to trust me with this, so... I'll do what I can.

[bartenderbitch]

[Then he won't tell him, if he doesn't want to know, besides, he's sure Angel would tell him without much prompting anyway.]

Yeah... You know, I do give you permission to do whatever you think will help make that positive association. Ain't like much can hurt me and I'm gonna tell you if something's fucked. [Says the man that's actively trying to push into that hand.]

[reargunner]

I'm... gonna have to read some real interesting books to get a better idea of what the fuck I'm gonna do.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose briefly.]

This is-- You can't promise you're always gonna be able to tell me if something's fucked. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you too.

[bartenderbitch]

[He can't help a soft bit of a snort, because the idea of him having to read those kinds of books or carry them around in public is honestly rather hilarious to him.]

I know, I know. But the point still stands... [He'll try his best when he can, is what he means at the barest of minimums.]