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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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[reargunner]

Is that your gruff old man way of saying you want company?

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh, oh that's some bullshit and he's shifting over to audio specifically for this.]

Get your fucking ass over here. [The answer is yes.]

[reargunner]

[Snort.]

God, you're an easy read. I'm coming.

[bartenderbitch]

Yeah, yeah, shut up.

[Says the man that just asking for him to do such, it's fine, he's fine.

He's absolutely going to answer that door in just those goddamned boxers he probably hates before flopping on the bed face first. In the "I am fucking tired" way and not in the sexy way.]

[reargunner]

[Cain lingers in the doorway for a second then shakes his head and comes in, closing it behind him before crossing the room.

He perches next to the demon and rubs one of his ears with his fingers.]

Real graceful. Excellent look on you.

[bartenderbitch]

[At first he merely grunts at the shift in weight on the bed, but it at least quickly devolves into that low purring until he rolls just a bit to grab a pillow and chuck it at him. Nothing he's doing in intent to hurt him, but enough to show his mood at the moment.]

I'm the most graceful person on this fuckin' barge and don't you forget it.

[reargunner]

Oi.

[He only has to lean to one side as little to avoid the pillow and he moves his hand to drag his fingernails slowly down the centre of Husk's back, scritching a bit against his skin along the way.]

Somethin' happen?

[bartenderbitch]

[Fuck that feels amazing, though, give him a second while he follows that hand in the most cat-like way possible.]

Nah. Just a lot of shit goin' on in my brain lately, nothing to worry yourself about. [If he keeps up with the nails, though, he wouldn't be against it.] Also one of the people next to me doin' some shit with herbs and didn't tell me fuck-all about it so I thought I was going crazy smellin' weird shit.

[reargunner]

[He lets out a little snort.]

Funny.

[When he gets to the base of Husk's tail he scratches there for a moment then trails his nails back up just as slowly, up to his shoulder blades again.]

So. How's the strawberry daiquiris?

[bartenderbitch]

Woulda been nice if he'd thought to check and see if anyone was in this room. [Not that he used to spend that much time in here until recently, but that's beside the point.

Especially while that purring ramps up once he gets to the base of his tail, loosely wrapping it around his wrist before letting go again once he goes back towards his shoulder blades.]

Didn't think about the fact my face fur is white. Dunno if he's managed to get the pink out of his fur or not, but worth it. [He should not sound as calm about all of that as he is, but it's not like they didn't heal or anything.] Been building up for a while, I guess.

[reargunner]

Tore each other up a bit, did ya?

[Hey, he's not judging. He knows demons heal fast and can take more punishment than most.

There is something about petting a very large cat that is incredibly comforting.]

Good for you. Bad luck on the stains though.

[Snrk.]

[bartenderbitch]

Just a bit. I just got lucky everything done to me was under the darker fur. [Pft, he's absolutely fine with continuing to be a very large cat if he keeps scratching him like this.]

Eh. Just need to figure out a way to get it out next time without looking like I ate a shit-ton of strawberries or something. [He doubts anyone would go to blood first, at bare minimum.]

[reargunner]

[He will keep scratching, going to the ears again this time.]

Can't help you there.

[It's been a while since he last bit someone so hard he drew blood. Not something he really makes a habit of anymore.]

Never had to clean blood out of fur before.

[bartenderbitch]

[At least going for the ears has him flopping back onto the bed properly, tail just swiping against the bed the entire time.]

Didn't think you would have, I generally don't have to worry about it. [He's more of a claws instead of teeth man, so it'd been a relatively moot point.]

... But, uh, anyway, I suppose. [Right, he was here for a reason, too.]

[reargunner]

Hmm?

[Oh, right. The reason he's here. He draws a fingertip slowly across the back of the demon's neck.]

... You sure about this, Husk? I mean... we just met. How much do you really think you can trust me?

[bartenderbitch]

[Oddly, the purring doesn't stop, but there is very clear goosebumps from that simple touch once it does hit his neck.]

I already told you I've yet to be wrong in my tells of people. I'm sure about it. I wouldn't have let you even touch me like that right now if I wasn't.

[reargunner]

Hm.

[He scratches slow and gently against the nape of Husk's neck, noticing the way his fur bristles up slightly with goosebumps.]

Gonna tell Angel about it? We haven't met, wouldn't want him to come for me if it goes sideways and he's gotta deal with the fallout.

[bartenderbitch]

[Slowly those goosebumps are settling back down as he shifts a little to get more comfortable, a soft sigh slipping past his lips.]

Where do you think my source is coming from? [There's a hint of amusement in his tone at that, at barest minimum.] But I'm going to, yeah, since it's only fair to him to be transparent about everything. [Not that if it were just fucking would it be a problem since it's pretty assumed between the two of them that that's not... a huge deal. But if he has some kind of emotional issue out of it?

That's a different thing entirely.]

Shit, his cabin's literally right next to mine, if you hadn't noticed the neon-ass shit on the door.

[reargunner]

That's what all that is?

[Yes, he'd noticed it, but he hadn't paid it much attention on his way in. He's never really had much need to be on this level for cabins before now.

Scritch scritch.

He spreads his hand against Husk's neck and rubs against the back of his skull with his thumb and forefinger.]

I'll let you get that out of the way first, then. Probably gonna be kinda weird for me too.

[bartenderbitch]

That's how he decorated his door back at the hotel, so it only makes sense it'd be done up like that here, too.

[He merely shrugs at it, not seeming particularly fussed and is somehow becoming even... flatter???? with that change of how he's rubbing at his head. Don't ask how he managed that, the answer is cat physics.]

Will it? [He... doesn't entirely understand that, but also he doesn't really know what Cain's whole situation is to begin with. Just how he works with things and absolutely not because he's compartmentalizing people.]

[reargunner]

[Cat physics! It's adorable though, so Cain absent-mindedly keeps at it while they're talking.]

Yeah, I mean... I can do the whole dominating thing. It's just... been a while since I needed to.

[And there's a whole lot of complicated shit wrapped up in it.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Cat physics! He doesn't seem to even notice he's doing it, especially since he's looking extra flat with his wings spread out like that.]

Yeah? I can... agree that it's been a long time since I've engaged in any of that shit, myself, too. [... When he was alive, come to think of it. And even then it was just kind of a weird casual thing and probably not even really considered on that spectrum. Eh, whatever.]

We can just kinda feel it out and go from there? You already know I heal quickly anyway. [Though, he hums for a brief moment and grabs for his device and just fires off a quick text to his dear next door neighbor to come over when he gets a chance.] Might as well have a conversation now before someone gets cold feet. [He mostly means himself.]

[harderdaddy]

[Said dear next door neighbor thinks this is going to be a very different sort of visit, pulling his robe closer around himself as he lets himself in to find Husk isn't alone. There's an immediate spike of jealousy, seeing Husk stretched out like that, and this- whoever- touching him. But is that even fair considering what Angel does for a living?

About ten thousand different thoughts flood his mind, and Angel tries to push them all down to deal with later, a manufactured smile lighting up his face as he falls back on instinct.]

Ohhh. I didn' realize it was gonna be this kinda visit. [He gives Cain a flirtatious once over and loosens up that hold on his robe enough to show off the matching staining along his throat and shoulder, potentially more hidden from view.]

[reargunner]

[The moment the door opens Cain's hand jumps away from Husk's neck and his attention is fully on the person who just walked in. One can imagine what it's like to be confronted with an eight foot tall individual, but nothing comes close to being actually face to face with one, and a demon at that.

He doesn't stand up, taking a moment to look Angel up and down to work out how he's going to play this. He resists the urge to look over his shoulder at Husk for some kind of clue.]

It ain't. [Cain says bluntly, the only indication of any emotional strain being how his Russian accent audibly seeps into his words.] You're cute and all, but I'm not here for that.

[Not today, anyway.

He leans back against his hands, trying not to grip into the sheets.]

Husk, you didn't tell him you had company?

[SIR?]

[bartenderbitch]

[... In his defense, he didn't expect him to come over like that and he's groaning and rubbing at his face before shifting to sit up, tail draping over his lap.]

Angel, baby, this ain't about that. [The view is nice, though, he's not going to remotely complain about that. But he does glance at Cain for a moment, switching over to Russian for a second to address him.] I did ask him to come over, but maybe I should have... specified the reason why.

[And right back to English, oops.]

Just wanted to get some shit out in the open and also ask for a small favor and it ain't anything bad.