#husk: favorite healthcode violation

[a-hazbin-spider]

@sinnerxroulette (Husk) “Whose blood is that?”

@sinnerxroulette //

Sniff… Angel’s wrist rubs under his nose, glancing over his shoulder. Oh, he should have maybe expected that Husk would be hanging around. Maybe it wouldn’t do to worry the poor drunk with his bullshit. Should’ve thought about that before he forewent cleaning up. Ah shucks. “It ain’t bad as it looks. Most of it ain’t mine.”

Er… probably. He can and will brush this off-

[a-hazbin-spider]

“Be still my beatin’ heart.” His head shakes, an amused scoff returned for his mumblings. It was a little of a decision to make though. His ass had made a rather quick climb to spouting some deep end whatever bullshit. “Hmm, I’ll take another drink with ya, since you’ll have me. Very generous of you to spare a lil time.”

"Look, I've been awake for almost sixty hours straight. I'm tired and I'm dirty. I've been from Chicago to Paris, to Dallas, to... where the hell am I?" Or

"You can be a little too old for a lot of things, but you’re never too old to be afraid."

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"You can be a little too old for a lot of things, but you're never to old to be afraid."

Husk blinked as he met Angel's gaze, surprised to hear such wise words come from the spider. He shook his head as if to clear it and looked down at the glass he was cleaning. "Yeah... You're right about that one, Legs." He muttered, fixing the spider another drink. "No matter how old you get, there's always something to be afraid of."

[a-hazbin-spider]

@thehazingang88 [ Husk]

"You can read?!"

“Well fuck you too,” the tom cat gets a half-hearted shove for his comment. This actually… wasn’t a new comment for him to get. Often he is seen with the lens of being some illiterate blundering fool. And- he sort of feels like one a lot but… he can read. Well. A little. Not like he’d open up about that NOW.

“How do ya think I use a script if I can’t read none of it? I don’t need cheaters like you.”

[a-hazbin-spider]

@thehazingang88 [ Before these two were friends]

" You know, i don't fucking believe you sometimes. You let yourself defiled, you let yourself be taken advantage of you do not give a shit what Val does to you he could beat you black and blue and you'd still moan. Do you have no pride? " Husk asks. In truth, he just wishes Angel would stop being this fake version of themselves and actually try to stand up for himself.

“Uh-huh. This is comin’ from you? Drinkin’ yaself to ya second death, and takin’ just as much shit?” Was it the same? No. They held different lives, different roles. But Angel knew they held the same status.

Besides. Husk didn’t know shit. How dare he speak as though he does? As if he were somehow so much better? “I don’t need this whole high n’ mighty speech, you can save it. And uh, I dunno if ya know this. But gettin’ my ass beat can be part of the job. Don’t act like you ain’t gettin’ off thinkin about bein’ above me. Puttin’ me somewhere under you. You just like thinkin’ yer better than some whore.”

[a-hazbin-spider]

"You were born at an incredibly old age." - Husk

Discord Shenanigans // @deepspacevivarium

“Yer damn right I was. At tha age of five I was born with ten years experience in tha mines, an’ eighteen drug deals under my belt!” Angel made a point to shake his fist in the part of playing the typical old man. “When I was your age I could’ve already died damn near ten times!”

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As shit as he felt at the moment- Husk made him snort out an ugly laugh. Geez. He really was some kind of magician.

Hangover and caffeine, a match made in bad decision heaven. A small chitter is sounded in affirmation, a sloppy stride just barely audible on the floorboards.

Luckily it didn’t take too long, a steaming mug set gently under the tom’s nose. He looked tired and out of sorts as Angel did. So being less rowdy was a good idea if he wanted to survive without claws raked down his face.

“Here,” he humms, sliding over the counter in a lean. “Just how ya like it~. I don’t gotta worry ‘bout IBS from ya, do I?”

“Oh my god, my head’s gonna fuckin’ explode- I’m makin’ coffee. If you want one, better speak now, or forever hold your piss.”

@a-hazbin-spider :3c (dealer’s choice. Muse is hard to come by I know hdjdh)

"...You said you were makin'coffee, right? Think forever hold your shit might be more accurate..." The feline grumbled pinching his eyes and trying to tub the sleep from them. His ears and even his eyes were droopy. And they burned.

Yep. Hung over.

What else is new?

"Yeah I'll take a cup..."

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Angel pouts, his cheeks puffing in a huff! So what if he wasn’t great at it- he could fucking read! He could! Why was his ass so eager to egg him on today. What was his problem. His teeth grit and he snatches the paper to smack overtop Husk’s head.

“You think yer all smart an’ shit, huh motherfucker?!” Whap! Get scripted. “You think I dunno how. Well how about you? The only thing you read is the back of yer fuckin’ liquor bottles.”

Huff! An irritable harrumph again. He’s clearly not taking the bullshit today.

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" Can you?! , are you fucking pulling more fake ass shit on me? just like how you constantly do. Like i said you are just making an ass out of yourself it's never going to work on me!" Husk says really aggressively demanding that Angel prove it! he refuses to believe him. He points one finger accusingly at the spider demon just to call him on that. Scoffs. It's not the first time the two of them have argued like.

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Angel was no stranger to sneaking around, or habits entering his day to day life. But usually he could tell when someone was behind him. At least enough not to scream and trip over his own legs. Though it wasn’t like Husk tried to scare him, the fact that he’d been startled embarrassed him, and now left him sopping wet- not even in a fun way.

He’d assured he was just fine, all the while shaking himself like a wet dog just to at least rid himself of part of that absorbed water in his fur. As refreshing as cold water is when it gets hot, being drenched head to toe unprepared wasn’t a glamorous experience. At least Husk had been a gentleman enough to dry him. It had no business to feel as nice as it did. At least by the end Husk was feeling fine enough to get a laugh in at the view.

Snort- “Hey! Fuck you, I’m the sexiest puffball you ever laid eyes on.” There’s no venom behind his words, only a barely contained laugh. “Yeah-yeah, I’ll live. Yer lucky I’d feel bad shovin’ ya in after me. Y’ just so cute. N’ then y’ got all sweet on me~.” He works with the ruffled mess to de-puff til he was satisfied. Only then does he make a move to trap the cat between his arms and damp body. There! Revenge!

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[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .

It wasn't Husk's fault he moved around so silently. Alastor had teased for years that he might add a little bell to his bowtie - a potential threat Husk had always despised. But now, he was starting to think it could have prevented him from startling Angel so badly he fell into the rooftop fountain.

After several rushed apologies and a brief inspection for injuries, Husk sat the spider on the fountains' edge and hastily fetched some towels to dry him off. Standing over Angel now, Husk scrubbed a towel through his hair, ridding it of moisture. When he pushed the cloth back to drape around the porn star's neck, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped.

"You look like a damn puffball," Husk ruffled the messy tuft. "You sure you're alright?"

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Ha! Back problems. That’s actually practically a compliment that Husk thinks he wasn’t already riddled with shit. Good job, Angel! We’re keepin up that image~

“I gotta do a lotta bendin’ over- yawwwn- anyway. B’sides, what’s wrong with it? Couldn’t be more than a few hours.”

Ah. There he goes, stretching to bend over backwards. But his stretch may prove Husk’s point at little, his back sure is popping. Snap!

@sinnerxroulette

❛ you can stay with me. ❜

❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ and/or

❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜

@a-hazbin-spider (only if you’re up of course!)

Lets' go with :❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜

"That's my line, Legs. You've been asleep at the bar fer a while, now...."

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Aww. Blink and you’d miss it, just a beat of disappointment before he slides over, back arching over the bartop. “That ain’t true, Husky. I ain’t always dolled up fa orgies! Sometimes I go out dressed for my routines, and I still end up getting fucked usually- but it ain’t usually th’ plan, y’know?” Yeah. He was being a little funny, or he thought it was funny. Husk probably hadn’t seen any of his Business wear, and he usually wouldn’t be caught dead without being ready for the day.

“I was wrong b’fore though. Right now? I’m actually dressed for a night in th’ bar. It’s paired with my Boy Kissing Boots.”

“I’ll put whatever in my mouth! I don’t care!” Or/

“This is what you wear! This is what you wear to an orgy!”

@a-hazbin-spider(I will bother a bitch of choice! Husk, Charwee, Dusty- I just like writing with you :3c)

“This is what you wear! This is what you wear to an orgy!”

"So basically, what you normally wear? It don't look that different from the rest of your wardrobe. I'm completely shocked that you're dressed to pork at a moment's notice." No he's not. Just look at his face. He's just afraid you're going to bring people into the lobby.

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Angel pants a little, his eyes closed. Oh. He was covering him- scratch that, he was staying? He lets out a huff of a laugh, hesitant in his move to cuddle.

“Yeh- I am a professional. You ain’t so bad yaself.” He teases with a wink, trying to swallow back saying something mushy. “Light me one, will ya?”

“You’re so hard~” 

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Husk: -He blushes while he smokes a cigar and pounds angel dust hard that he smirks at him- We'll do that once k?

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The fact that Husk was still awake to witness his sardonic joking gratitude already filled him with a bit of guilt. He not only waited, but had been worried enough to be posted at a spot all night, first aid in hand. Poor bastard. Stuck looking after a fuck up like him.

You’re late. His mouth opens to explain himself, a slightly less convincing smile spreading in hopes to make up for his rough shape. But it doesn’t get too far, the moment he starts to brush it off with “Fashionably late,” it’s more than evident Husk knows. Grumbling quietly, he sits where he’s guided.

“Sorry.” He mutters awkwardly, low enough that Husk hearing it was a miracle of itself. As he is now, he’s easy to strip down for the first aid anyhow, so, the ruined clothes are slid away from his body.

“You stayed up pretty late, y’know. You ain’t gotta do nothin’ like that. But y’know. Um. Thanks. For this. Don’t s’pose ya day was better?”

"Aren't I a lucky little boy? Only 40% of these are broken!" Or/

"I’ve just scalded myself, that was uncomfortable."

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"Aren't I a lucky little boy? Only 40% of these are broken!"

Husk didn’t even flinch at the sound of the door. Just reached under the counter and set the first aid kit on the table like he’d been waiting for it.

“You’re late,” he said quietly, eyes still down.

When he finally looked up, he didn’t say a thing about the bruises. Just stared for a beat too long. Something flickered behind his eyes. Then he nodded toward the couch.

“Sit.”

The kit opened with a soft click. He pulled out gauze with slow, careful hands—like this was ritual by now.

“You don’t gotta say it,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “I already know.”

He didn’t look at Angel again. Not yet. Just sat there, quiet and still, waiting. A bandage in one hand, and too much in the other.

[a-hazbin-spider]

Fuck. That was hasty. Husk looked like he just about sprinted away from him. Damn he isn’t that bad! It wasn’t like this was a big deal!

Or- maybe it was. A little. He saw everything, like a full front row seats, thousand dollar ticket view. That poor old drunk probably saw his feet too. Saw him looking like a wet rat. Saw his parted legs and-

Aw, fuck. Here he thought he’d gotten on good terms with this guy. Now it was gonna be weird. Had he even watched his porn before? Ass and puss were out in the open while he dried the fur on his tummy and under his tits. This was a disaster. Ah. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad..? He can just pretend he never knew.

“Hey, Husky.” Now clothed, Angel decides to play it cool. “Y’know, it actually smells good. I ain’t missed it takin’ too long to get ready the one time I’m here, did I?”

Ah yes. Clean after being a dirty girl boy all day. His head shakes off to get moisture from the mop of hair atop his head. He is quick to dry and lay in the nude. Huh. Was that Husk? Neat.

Wait- hold on! That’s not him just imagining to get his rocks off, Husk is right there!

@a-hazbin-spider ((bet! here it is >:3))

Husk had been sent to collect Angel for dinner, not knowing the spider demon was in the shower. He had knocked a few times but got no answer. Out of concern, he then decided to let himself in.

"Angel? You in here? Dinner's ready so I-"

Oh. That was why Angel didn't hear him.

The cat demon barely gave it a second thought before closing the door and quickly walking off, his fluffy white cheeks tinged bright pink.

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A date, Angel made a short trill over the joy of that concept. How silly for someone like him to find giddiness over such things. But he was clearly enjoying that idea, being able to treat Husk to a nice date. His legs kick a little, fangs threatening to poke out his lip with his smile.

Husk’s offer has him pause, that’s enough to make his ears perk. As well as a bit of a coyness rise to his face. How could he possibly ignore an offer of fun such as that? The silly little tail only tempts him more. No fair of Husk to be not only the one he feels safe around, but a secret tease under all that grumpy exterior.

Of course, he has to hurry. And by hurry- he means setting everything aside so he can flop himself over the other. Very mature. “Oh yeah? Like what? I’ll have ya know, I’m pretty partial to playin with ya’s~.” Fingers find their way both ‘walking’ up his arm, and delving down to curl Husk’s soft tail gently.

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Husk enjoyed little interludes such as this - the simpler moments in between those more impactful. This was where intimacy thrived. Where, for a short time, there was no Hell beyond this haven, and the pair could simply exist in peace.

“It’s a date, then,” the feline acquiesced, finally pushing the brim of his hat from over his eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of seeing Angel like this: no glitz or glam, just his natural, relaxed self. The bartender counted himself lucky to be able to witness this rare aspect of the porn star, feeling a tad smug that only he was permitted to see the spider this way.

“Well, the sooner you finish up, the sooner you can play with more than just my tail,” Husk teased, brushing the soft end of it against Angel’s cheek.

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Of course Angel had a nice list to go over, nobody would have him nearly so well revered if he didn’t make such a fuss in front of a mirror. The particular unending struggle with eye-bags had been his latest finished check before his eyes locked on the appendage behind the feline sinner. So fluffy. So pretty. He’s barely thinking when his hands go for it. He’s speedy, doesn’t take long for an oblivious party to be caught, and toyed with.

Snort! A soft flick of a tail to his face made Angel’s concentration on the moving tail break if nothing else. But it had him chuckling.

“I got no qualms~ you should definitely lemme treat ya, baby.” He flashes a wink, his voice hadn’t shown insincerity however. “Sorry, I kinda- got a lil distracted. You’s jus’ too hard to keep my eyes off of~. Must be hard on ya to have such a pretty lil tail. It’s jus’ so chase-able.” His finger twirls gently over the soft tail, continuing to move after it.

Send "play" to play with the tail

@a-hazbin-spider :3c

@a-hazbin-spider

Husk was lounging on Angel’s bed while the spider was going through his nightly beauty regime. With the top hat tilted forward over his eyes, the bartender was blissfully unaware of the other sinner eyeing his swishing tail.

A soft chirp of surprise left Husk when he felt a hand playing with the feathered tip of the appendage, but he made no move to stop the other sinner.

“At least buy me dinner first,” Husk joked, lightly smacking Angel’s face with his tail.

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A smile spreads over his features, oh how he did love a good challenge every now and again! Only so much that little hints and innuendos and oh-so brief brushes could do for someone. Especially when they’re now adamantly looking for the chase.

“Bored? We can’t have that now, can we? Poor thing. Maybe I oughta make sure you’s gettin’ th’ proper care you’s deservin’~.” Fingers trail and ‘walk’ up the furry bartender, before dragging down slowly, ghosting his claws downward. “What do ya say, Husk? You wanna play wit’ me?~ I might just make ya enjoy y’self.”

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜

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"Never said that," Husk countered, folding his arms and leaning against the nearest wall with a smirk. "I just get bored when people beat around the bush instead of bein' up front about what they want."

It was a statement, but the mischievous glint in those golden eyes told Angel that Husk's words were also a challenge.