#* whiskers / hclluvahctel.

[gamblins]

prompt - 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) | accepting | @hclluvahctel sent:

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜ - Angel

husk eyes dragged over to angel, lightly grumbling to himself. he didnt had the best sleep " fuck off angel , i dont got time for you r teasing bullshit "

[spyderdust]

"M'MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW." Comes Husk's gruff voice, snout peeking out from under the bedsheets. Having heard Angel step into the room, knowing it was him by scent alone. He'd not gotten much sleep last night, thanks to one of their unborn children deciding his spine was the perfect place to practice kicking. So he was feeling a touch more irritable than usual. "Damned kids got your legs, been kicking all fuckin' night." Was he truly mad? Not really, but he sure as hell was tired.

there was a moment of panic when he initially stepped into their room, closing the door behind him as a purr starts up in his chest just at the sight of @hclluvahctel's nose and he realizes that the anger isn't exactly anger.

"aww, poor papa," angel coos, crawling into bed and pulling husk into his arms, third set of arms appearing to hold husk's stomach up to alleviate some of the pressure on his back, the middle two petting through the fur on his belly, and snuggling his face into the feline's neck. "mama's got you."

leaning back to allow husk to lean back into his chest, his upper hands massaging husk's shoulders. "i'm surprised you still think only one of them will have my legs. but when you can lay on your stomach again, i promise to give you one hell of a back massage."