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[reargunner]

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Or I won't.

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[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.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's eyes narrow slightly at the rejection.] Just for him. I get it. [He does his best to look unbothered, covering himself back up. Though it really doesn't help that jealousy when Husk switches to Russian. What can't he say in front of him?? Nope. Nope. He's not going to be Val. He can figure out why he's feeling this way later, but he's not going to let himself snap.]

Right. What sorta shit? I can come back, if this ain't a good time...

[reargunner]

[He does glance Husk's way when he speaks to him in Russian and frowns, knowing exactly how that's going to look (why are you doing this).

Cain pushes himself to his feet and pointedly makes some distance between himself and Husk, leaning against a wall instead and loosely folding his arms.]

This is all yours, boss.

[He makes a small gesture to Husk. Go ahead, fix the mess you managed to make.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh, it doesn't take a genius to see just how this is going and he's rubbing at his face, right, great. Okay. This is an entire mess he could have solved just by having added some damn words.]

Well, let me explain what's going on first. [His tone is tense, not at either of them but more at his self.] I was already dressed like this and not for any reason your mind is probably jumping to. I asked for Cain to come here because we were having a conversation that would be better in person.

Why I asked for you to come here was because:

One, I wanted you to actually meet him so maybe this is less awkward.
Two, because of what might be happening in the future won't shock you or cause you concern.
Three, I need your help with something.

[He clears his throat for a moment, not entirely sure if he actually explained that properly.] Also the shift in language is because that's my native language, Angel, and it's nice to be able to use it when someone understands it. Nothing was said because you shouldn't hear it. Now sit down, please?

[harderdaddy]

[Cain backing off at least cools some of Angel's directionless anger. Though he realizes more and more as Husk explains, that he only ever felt this way with Valentino, only really knows how to express those emotions through violence. He and Val shared that. But especially with Husk calmly at least trying to explain, it isn't how Angel wants to release it.]

It's your business, you don' gotta explain. [He tries to shrug it off, coming inside and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.]

I'm all ears, Whiskers.

[bartenderbitch]

[That's good, at least, that Angel seems to be mostly calming down while he's sort of trying to explain what's even going on. He's glancing towards Cain for a moment and waiting until Angel actually sits down, right, okay.

Which also might be him trying to loosely wrap his tail around Angel's waist.]

It might be your business depending on how it goes. [Right, okay, he can deal with this.] Basically there's only two people on this fucking barge I trust right now for this shit. And that's to... get over the weird phantom anxiety shit of the whole collar and leash bullshit of the contract shit. And I... don't think that'd be a good time for either one of us [clearly he's talking to Angel regarding this part] if I asked your help in seeing if I can replace that whole anxiety shit with something positive since... [He trails off with a frown, pretty sure he knows where he's going with that.] So I asked Cain to see if he'd be able to.

I wanted to talk to you about this because depending on how this shit goes there might be days where I'm off while I'm trying to process shit and I don't want you to think that it's about you when it's just me in my own goddamned head.

[harderdaddy]

[...oh. Well now Angel looks a little guilty, which complicates all the other emotions he's trying to make sense of. He's obviously got his own issues when it comes to his contract. His gaze flits over to Cain, trying to gauge if he's someone he can trust to help Husk, even if he might not like it.]

...ya put up with me bein' in my head often enough, I'm sure I'm due.

[reargunner]

[Off to the side, Cain actually lowers his head to one hand while Husk rambles his way through his explanation. There were probably at least half a dozen better ways to have gone about this, but they were here now, so time to just... deal with it.

He meets Angel's eyes when the demon glances his way and curls his fingers around his elbows again.]

Did ask if he wouldn't want you to do it instead of me. [Because, well, he knows.] And told him he should talk to you before anything happened. Didn't think he'd try so hard to fuckin' whiff it this badly.

[bartenderbitch]

[At least half a dozen better ways and yet he did it his way, as ineffective as it might be to literally everyone else involved in this mess. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, slowly nodding at Angel before pursing his lips at Cain. For fuck's sakes.]

The offer's there if you want it, but I don't want to push you into something you wouldn't be comfortable with. [He's pretty sure he already knows what the answer is, but he may as well leave it out in the open.]

I ain't trying to whiff it. [He's just this bad at it naturally, actually!!!!]

[harderdaddy]

[Points for Cain, he earns a small smirk from the demon.] Ya can share the blame then.

[Angel frowns in consideration.] I've played at dom for people before, but...not like that. Not someone who weren't fully inta it... [He'd like to think he could help Husk, should be uniquely suited to it, but he can't say he's confident he'd know what to do if...or when it went sour.] ...he might be better for what ya need.

[reargunner]

[Cain just gives a little shrug and a smirk in turn and then listens to the rest of what Angel has to say, looking from one demon to the other. The strangeness of the entire situation is not lost on him in the slightest.]

Not gonna say I'm an expert in this kind of thing either. [He rubs a hand against his jaw and then lets it curl against his mouth for a moment, thinking.] And fuck knows what I did to get this guy to trust me this much.

[Honestly, he still doesn't get that.]

But he says he knows good people, so that goes for you too, yeah? He's gonna need both of us to work on this.

[bartenderbitch]

Sayin' it better than I could. [Not a surprise in the slightest, though he's shifting a bit to move closer to Angel and lean against his side, trying to be reassuring in all of this.] That's what I was thinking, though. Someone that ain't on a literal collar and leash in case something did end up going South. [Since he's pretty sure if he panicked about it then Angel would start panicking and that would go poorly for all parties involved.

Though he does snort a little and rolls his eyes, though the grin isn't remotely hidden.]

I did say that and I stick to what I say.

[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.