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Angel’s face remained unscathed. Good. His fingers had reflexively been at just a time to grab the leg- but who knows if he’d succeed in not taking damage. Maybe he should’ve thought better of being a pestering little bug. Instead of cowering though, he had a somewhat nervous laugh.

Or perhaps nervous wasn’t the right word. It was far more guilty. He oughta know better.

“Yeh, s’just me.” Angel rocks on his heels, hands wringing together in a sort of anticipation for something more. “Guess I take it you ain’t heard me comin’. I ain’t meant fa that to hurt..!”

Wow Angel, what a way to say Sorry. He probably knows he should apologize too. But, he isn’t sure a quick sorry is really enough when he got a reaction like that.

👌 a gentle lil flick. Boop! Time for the pest!

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The rabbit's ears flick, and his fur rises on end, fluffed up and spiked out like a startled cat in response--

Shifting his head rapidly for the source, ready to roundhouse them-- only to stop with his heel just inches away from its target--

"Oh shit-- it's you!?"

The bunny huffed, carefully retreating his foot back to the ground. Vio's rage is his most dangerous weapon...and had that kick landed? It would NOT have been a pretty sight...

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This was better, he admits, than trying to swaddle the overlord for hiding. Much less conspicuous and far more casual to carry around. He’s lucky to be able to secure him against his body with two arms and have the rest at his disposal. At least he couldn’t get Vox too sick or jostled this way.

The silence of their journey had actually made him feel his first startle of the evening when Vox had spoken up. A gasp catches in his chest and had pretty much made him force his head to keep forward rather than swivel around as though he weren’t meant to be there. Luckily for the television at least, Angel had been damn close. And his face around here wouldn’t have much scrutiny from any stragglers. Hopefully.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack- yeh, yeh we are actually, we’re here. Um. Is it okay to open tha box at yer door? Are… are you okay?” He’s peeking under the top anyway to check, if anything he looks like he’s just nosy with Vox’s ordered stuff.

Angel flinches a little, if not for the sternness of Vox- whom he normally knows to hold so much power and authority, then for the continuous grating noises (even if some are a bit comical in truth), but the respect and dormant fear that he had for Vox doesn’t just disappear because he’s smaller. Neither did the care he’d unwittingly fostered for the television.

That one was his mistake.

“Right- right, that was stupid, I’m sorry!” His hands fly up defensively, surrendering the idea and quickly writing it off. Not sure how well piggy-backing with a sheet or something would do… or even what he would do via cradling him in means of hiding him… yeah. Stupid.

At least the box idea wasn’t terrible, though it didn’t look super comfortable.

“Good, that’s somethin’… I’ll be quick about it.” He promises, already getting the box hefted from the ground. Well- unless he can find something to cart it, he hopes this is okay. For Vox at least- he can’t even feel that he lifted with his back.

Sorry, he’s covering the top and immediately nyoomin’ out. The television probably won’t jostle too much, but Angel is going pretty fast, and has no intent to stop until he gets to the house. Or maybe til Vox tells him to pull over for motion sickness or something. He doesn’t want to find out how a tv can barf on him.

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This is a trap. A trick question. At least with Valentino, who could change his mind at the drop of a dime. Angel gives a good long once over before running his finger down that arch. “First I wasn’t sure, thought maybe it weren’t fat enough, but now that yer showin’ off, I’m sold on a yes.”

Valentino turns one way in the mirror. Then the other. Arches his back a little more, squinting his eyes because his vision really is that poor. "Do you think my ass looks fatter?"

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Angel can’t help it, his eyes run tears down his cheeks, and even with a cock in his mouth- moans carry louder, higher, more persistent. Claws jerk roughly into his hair and only prove to make him more sloppy. At least he had guidance, Angel was more than happy to keep slipping into the lightheaded and brain numbing obedience- wanting nothing more than to please, to be good. To take that cock in his mouth. He felt just about everything else slip away, it was just this. Head empty, noises of the slurping and plap against his mouth filling the room, and his own legs absently trying to rub together fruitlessly.

He needed it. God, he really did. Like a drug to his veins where bliss awaits. More than the air he’s cut off substantially. His throat is sore, raw. Tensing and bearing each harsh thrust. He could really only hold himself there, each slap of those hips sending a jolt through his body, amplifying his own struggle. But- but he needs him. He needed to be had and taken like this. Needs the overwhelming sensations. He needed to be his good boy, his toy, his favorite pet.

Ghhhk… Val’s voice melts him, his own sob catching just barely as he rams his length down his throat again. Feeling the pulse and tasting the hot pre leaking on his tongue. His lower arms catch himself, and settle between his shaking legs for stability.

Please…! He feels a bit hazy in that state, vision blurring with the overflown tears that dampen his cheeks and was collecting with the rest of his mess. He can barely grind into his support feeling a slick drenching his thighs and ruining his poor panties. Not that his focus is there, it’s currently being held hostage by his air being completely cut off, and the man causing it.

He can’t help it, his vision obscures from the resurfacing of his welling eyes, gagging, choking around Valentino’s dick, throat suctioning around him. Despite his body instinctively flinching back, trying to breathe, he’s held steadily. Tight and restrictive, his mouth is used as a fleshlight until the moth decides it is done. Disengaging with a wet pop.

So sloppy. Filthy. Angel all but sinks down as his body trembles and he sputters for breath. Mouth still agape, tongue displayed upon watching Val stroke himself eagerly. Better give him something good to finish to. Catching that spend all over his face, and in his mouth. Breathless. “Faa-haa… thank youuu~”

Without much preparation, or maybe had it been a surprise, Angel would have choked outright. Not that he isn’t skilled in this kind of thing, but that definitely cuts off most-if not near all his breath as it sinks into his throat. He needs a little focus to keep from gagging- even without that reflex.

Scratches over his head felt delightful, he looked to be melting down there, eyes lidding blissfully while he made attempts to ratio getting air and sheathing himself to take the whole length. That tug of his hair and the new grip on his neck turn the gulping into a short gag- pretty miraculous given his track record- but it slides into a desperate needy moan. He just can’t help that the strain and talk pools heat in his stomach, and makes him want to buck for some sort of friction that is nonexistent. Rolling his hips is fruitless, but he doesn’t stop.

Tears are unable to be held back, especially when he ends up taking it so deep with no reprise. Whining as he nurses on Val’s cock sloppily, meeting the thrusts that his boss urges him with. He takes pleasure in being such a good filthy whore. Even when he finds a struggle for air, or that he gags over the cock, he keeps at it. But he certainly gets more flush, and tearstained by the minute.

It’s easy to keep looking into those red eyes while he clings to his body, the threat not being anything he fears, but taken up with that order instantly. Noisily suckling over him harder and shivering under the thought of his throat getting fucked even rougher while he can savor over the taste and gurgle his whimpers out around him, his head nuzzling against the hands cradling his face.

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Prrrmp..! Oh sweet contact, how he’d missed thee. His eyes close in his bliss and the squeaky man received a good few more smooches to cover his face, one hand holding the one at his jaw. Why’d he have to act so cute? “Ha..! Heya, handsome. Thanks for sharin’ that kiss with me~ must be generous t’night.”

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Good mood? Hot-dog, he’ll get in on that. Gonna smooch this man immediately.

​To be smooched! Wonderful. Got a squeak and hand on jaw corner while he returned it. Humming and maybe grinning a bit before it parted. "Hola~"

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Ah man, what the hell? Hold on he’s leaning a little to the right, just to see past that box-y head. Now he’s curious enough to check it out.

He's watching snuff films instead of working.

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A plague doctor has arrived only to leave a sore arm in his wake. Yearly vaccinations suck.

Looks like the spider isn’t very pleased. Not sure what he’d expected, but maybe he just needs a lollipop to cheer up.

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Pat pat! A small returning gesture is given in goodwill (and perhaps to save face. It’d be embarrassing if the other thinks him as some kind of shrinking violet, or scaredy cat). His arms flourish, signaling that the other may follow. Not that he would guess the other would really decline. If he accepts Angel won’t waste a moment’s hesitation, and will start guiding him.

“A’right. Hope you ain’t mind, but you’s gonna need to step into my place. I ain’t just carry a dryer on me if you could believe it~.” A small giggle is given for such a statement. “Oh, don’t worry, I can order you around later if that’s what does it for ya, honey.”

Blink. What? Wait- he was going to get paid for it? Or- rather, would be? It almost seems like Angel mirrors him, head tilted, eyes squinting as if searching for something.

“Qué..? This ain’t tha first time I had waxplay go wrong. Tha’ last time I blasted this shit with a hairdryer I ain’t got a dime off it. Granted it was one of tha’ girls in tha dressin room- I ain’t exactly workin’ tha corner right now, I c’n spend my time however I damn well please. ‘Kay? Unless this is like, some weird foreplay? Thought y’said tha’ wax was an accident though.”

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A pout puffs out his cheeks when all he received was that. Crossing his arms he sends a glare, a quiet growl vibrates in his chest. Barely audible, like it were submerged in a sea of cotton while Husk had him shushed.

A sigh loosens some of his tension, the spider slouching with a somewhat guilty frown knit in his expression. “It’s a crime to tell me one nice thing about this? My friend can’t tell me I look nice even just this once? Seriously of ya hate it so bad- if yer so put off by it you shouldn’t have watched it at all.” It takes him a little while to work the courage to look at Husk again.

“I just- everyone else here been tellin’ me how dirty an’ gross I am for my job an’ fa doin’ what I do. Must’ve just assumed you was gonna tell me that too. If ya wanted somethin’ tame, a pole routine would’a been a better option fer yer ol’ heart.”

@captainbuzzkill999 " Well.... it's not that bad." Husk says he's trying to be polite although he doesn't care for porn. He's just watched one of Angel's films with them. Not that bad? Yes that's all he can think of.

“Not that bad? Are you kiddin’ me? Ya decided ya finally wanted to watch one, and that’s what ya tell me? Couldn’t even say somethin’ like Hey Angel, those panties looked cute on you!? What’s wrong with it?”

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A large hand claps over his shoulder, and despite the instinctual flinch, all it did was send a small jolt through his body more than anything. No worries, he wouldn’t be spearheading andy more innuendo into Cain’s mind. He’s probably too concerned for his fur as it stands already.

“Sounds like you wanna spend a chunk of time tryin’a figure it out yourself. You ain’t gotta worry yer pretty lil head about my time. So. Are ya gonna lemme fix yer hair~?”

Blink. What? Wait- he was going to get paid for it? Or- rather, would be? It almost seems like Angel mirrors him, head tilted, eyes squinting as if searching for something.

“Qué..? This ain’t tha first time I had waxplay go wrong. Tha’ last time I blasted this shit with a hairdryer I ain’t got a dime off it. Granted it was one of tha’ girls in tha dressin room- I ain’t exactly workin’ tha corner right now, I c’n spend my time however I damn well please. ‘Kay? Unless this is like, some weird foreplay? Thought y’said tha’ wax was an accident though.”

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What’s this? Angel glances momentarily before casting The Cold Shoulder. Hmph! That’s no way to get his attention unless you want him to bite you. His brows furrow and his back actually turns on the radio demon. Which is ballsy for such a scrawny little punk.

“Good. You can’t afford me anyway. Not a bite, an’ definitely not no action with tha holes. I’m a luxury, biggest earner…” he tries to keep his head down, but hearing Valentino’s own words out of his mouth… even if he stops his lip from a nervous quiver, his fur stands on end. Suddenly he feels less safe than he ever has in the deer’s presence. “I think I need t’go lay down or somethin.”

@a-hazbin-spider " For this holiday season there will be a big lobby tree! Charlie plans to have it very decorated in lights and these santa heads and at the very top this decapitated Angel head! " Did he use one for their shadow minions to steal the head Velvette got? yes. Hums a little, don't mind his cannibalistic enthusiasm holds up the head. "It's a shame that Niffty only stabbed Adam and could not cut off Adam's head imagine how that would look! HahA!"

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“Right! Hey, no worries Big Guy. I ain’t rushin’ ya. I’m not goin’ nowhere.” That was distasteful he supposed, to make this sound more like a schedule than anything. Not his intention, but, he can see well enough that his questions on his needs in that quick succession could sound immediate. He’d kick himself mentally for that one.

As time progressed, the allowed touch grew more comfortable. Working out knots in Alastor’s shoulders had graduated to caresses and warm comfort over top skin and scarring alike. It wasn’t like he was unfamiliar, hell he’d been adamant to keep up on a ‘flawless’ appearance himself. But, Alastor had seen so much of him now, seen a kind of wound that heals. No doubt he’d spotted his other blemishes too.

However cruel or unfair he might have been on himself in that regard. There’s nothing but kind touch from his fingers over the expanse of his shoulders.

“You want to listen t’me talk about… uh. Okay. I can’t promise it’s interestin’, fair warning. Specially seein’ I been tryina’ go clean.” Almost sounded a bit sheepish, but he was otherwise cooperating.

He isn’t sure when, but somewhere where task turned into tenderness, that secondary set of arms had crept closer and closer to what was now nearly a loose hug, while the rest of touch had all but turned to petting. Even getting familiar enough to occasionally brush back a stray lock of hair. His body close enough to cushion at his back.

“Granted most of my time is spent at work. But I get a lil borin’ sorry t’ say. I get t’ eat more n’ once though, an’ I always use my off time t’ spoil my pig. Nuggets gets walks and if I got tha energy t’ cook I always make ‘em somethin’ special. Otherwise I sew shit together, give my guns regular maintenance, and get to wear comfy clothes. Unless I’m drinkin’ or causin’ a ruckus, I guess I’m turnin’ to a tired ol’ man.” Sounds like he can laugh about that at least.

Fingers find their way over the muscles of his neck and down the shoulders, just running his hands over before, almost as if he were warming the skin underneath. It doesn’t take long at all, to find a little tension to start soothing out, his secondary hands doting over where the shoulder’s joint meets the arm, brushing his thumb over top. It was pretty good Alastor didn’t seem to mind how the massage was going.

Aha. That was a bit of information. Not bad. Not even necessarily a surprise. But it was sating some of his curiosity. As there wasn’t much he knew at all, aside from what was told inside the hotel.

“Yeah? So it’s like a preference. I see.” It probably is a plentiful source. Sinner isn’t exactly a rare or nonrenewable source. But maybe for Alastor it’s no concern. Maybe some of them just had a better taste. He had heard rumor as a human that a person would pretty much be pork. He never cared to try, his cracked skin never tasted great. But then again it often tasted of weaponry. Hm. Alastor made a point he often forgets, that he needs to do that and whatnot. It really baffled him when he first started getting clean why he was so hungry all the time. Turns out that it was normal to have needs more than once in a day.

“Well, good thing that’s tha case. I can get non-contraband ingredients in here way easier than chunks of otha’ sinners. Maybe I could getcha somethin’ to eat if ya needin’?” If he weren’t already a bit awkward, the nurturing thing he had going on would have hit him like a ton of bricks. He forgets just how embarrassing it is to get all soft. “How’s it feel, Al?”

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Angel’s facial expression cracks, looks like somehow that response pissed him off even more than before.

“Respect?! Are you kiddin’ me? Not only do you act like this is beneath you- You’re sayin’ this is tha kinda shit you’d say to a ballerina if that show wasn’t your thing? Say it to a puppeteer? How bout an actor of a movie that you weren’t the biggest fan of? If anythin’, nobody asked ya to watch it! You ain’t had to! Quit treatin’ my work like it’s disgusting.”

@captainbuzzkill999 " Well.... it's not that bad." Husk says he's trying to be polite although he doesn't care for porn. He's just watched one of Angel's films with them. Not that bad? Yes that's all he can think of.

“Not that bad? Are you kiddin’ me? Ya decided ya finally wanted to watch one, and that’s what ya tell me? Couldn’t even say somethin’ like Hey Angel, those panties looked cute on you!? What’s wrong with it?”

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@captainbuzzkill999 " Well.... it's not that bad." Husk says he's trying to be polite although he doesn't care for porn. He's just watched one of Angel's films with them. Not that bad? Yes that's all he can think of.

“Not that bad? Are you kiddin’ me? Ya decided ya finally wanted to watch one, and that’s what ya tell me? Couldn’t even say somethin’ like Hey Angel, those panties looked cute on you!? What’s wrong with it?”

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“Damn right. If’n ya don’t make it work on ya, or style it properly, it won’t do ya no favors. But, it’s a lil hard t’go wrong cleanin’ up nice like that, don’tcha think?”

A hum drawls out quietly, an indicator he’d been listening, a short sympathetic noise clicking about that raid. He could relate after all. Partially why storms and thunder get him acting a certain kind of way. He brings the drink to his lips and takes a pleasant sip. Not bad at all! He could see why he’d run a successful little speakeasy, big time. Pleasant, collected, and made a fine cocktail. That’s a pretty important part for sure.

“Yeh? You was a snagger too, eh? Can’t say tha things I snatched were always a great idea to put in my mouth, but it never killed me. I can assure ya my cause of death weren’t by eatin’ somethin’. Am sorry t’hear bout yer raid though. Them bastards never did like to leave good things be. Gunshots ain’t never fun either.”

He twirls the glass, nibbling on the offered stick, kicking his legs idly, letting his heels clack softly against his seat.

“I b’lieve ya. Barkeep’s gotta be tougher n’ nails dealin’ with all us nutjobs. B’sides, I was a mob goon, I c’n practically smell it off someone if they’s all talk.” He waves a hand flippantly, resting his chin in a palm.

“Oh yeh. Travis. Total dweeb. He ordered my services a bit. He’s a director, I guess. He wrote that fuckin’ Pure Boy script. I sure fuckin’ hope tha actin’ in that two hours of on-screen fuckin’ can save it when tha dialogue sucks shit.”

Oh. He might have a bit of flattery working for him. It brings a stupid amount of joy for some other man to give him a praise like that. To find some artistry in his work. Might just make him blush if he keeps talking like that!

“Grazi, darling. You got a real eye for that kinda thing, huh? Hmhm, tha’ drinks too, a’course!”

The liquor is regarded with a small tilt toward the light- barely a moment to pass it, before he made the move to savor it with the cheese. Ah yes. Truly a pet mouse must feel this way. Beyond happy.

“Hm..? Oh, I guess that makes sense you might not have seen it- specially if you have a strict stickin’ to tha times like some so-n’-so’s. Poor bastards makin’ it- I know tha’ weight of tha business now. But their hard work did make a pretty good movie. Tha dame playin’ Dorothy… she really was a sweet lady.”

He confirms this easily. He didn’t see it when it first released, but, when he did get to peek, it was fantastic. Still is if he’s honest.

“You gonna take a drink with me too?” An invite, glass raised a little as if to gesture him closer. “M’hopin’ yer cutie troubles ain’t gotcha into nothin too dangerous. But I do hope they was good. Not like- pff, tryin’a sleep with Travis.”

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“You keep sayin’ things about Mistah Lucifer like it’ll mean somethin’ t’me. I like- legit have t’prove it. I’m a product, dumbass. If a customer complains that I so much as gave them a rash there’d be trouble. Don’t go sayin’ I’m like some tick carryin’ somethin’ around.”

That… wasn’t exactly what someone could call bragging. But it did call back to having whatever sort of honesty he could rightly claim. This was his livelihood Adam was fucking with.

“Oh yeah?” A brow curves sharply, crossed arms moving just to point and jab at Adam’s chest. He’d been looked down on since forever, even if he had to crane his neck to look at this guy, he wasn’t going to back down now.

“Listen here, buster. I dunno if ya noticed, but yer kickin’ tha same brimstone I am right now. But- maybe you ain’t a details guy, so I’ll keep this simple. You ain’t any more deservin’ than I am. In fact, you been sittin’ on yer high horse when you’s literally changed enough to be damned here with me! At least I own up to doin’ wrong. At least I can tell ya everythin’s my fault. You can’t even pull yer head out yer own ass t’do that much.”

" Why do you fucks in Hell even WANT to celebrate Christmas? I thought you demon shits spit on anything from Big G, and Christmas just happens to be the day everyone decided to celebrate Little J's birthday. "

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There’s no way Angel could think of these moments holding consequence. The concerns should end with Val using what was his, and being able to play with his possessed toy as he pleased. Realistically, Angel would come to remember he wasn’t really something Val cared about when it was said and done. He’d feel achy and empty for a while, and then repeat the hopeful and crushing cycle.

For now, he’d enjoy the feeling of affections, letting his heavy eyes and heavy body rest. Breathing in the scent of the moth, and listening to the sounds of his heart, and breath. Sure his own limbs are clumsy and feel weighed down as the rest of him, but they continue to massage gently, and take care however he is physically allowed. Still feeling like he must emit a hum of electricity.

Hot. Sticky. Heavy. Oh and he was definitely dirty, couldn’t forget that. And deep down he knows, knows he should find a better way to shape up and take care of him. Get a way to make Val feel better. And yet he’s laying here useless. Surely his owner could use at least a damp cloth and a drink. If only his damn body would cooperate, get his legs to quit their shaking.

At least those thoughts can clear when he hears Val start talking again. But that was an entirely different can of worms. And a bit of a flattering one. Though he’d basically held his breath until it was clarified it wouldn’t be immediate. “You’d like that? Si- certamente. I’ll do that for ya.” Hold a vibe on him, fuck him however he needs, find a perfect size- maybe even one he himself could feel- make sure he does whatever he can to drive him crazy. After all, who knows his body better than Angel? “Make Papi a mess, love his pretty body, take good care of him.”

His voice drifts a bit, but he hums his agreement, and very tangibly relaxes, un-tenses his muscles upon the audible promise it wouldn’t be pushing anything else now. The hand at his waist does cause it to twitch before he snuggles up a bit. It feels like that wiped away at the sinking feelings inside.

Did I hurt you? That messy face perked up a little to look for any expressions to read. Was that a trick question? Kind of felt like one. Isn’t that what he wanted to start with? Even when he was just drawing beads of blood from his bites? Sure he looks like a fucking mess, scratched and bruised, but- he wasn’t dying. Yeah he’s hurt but…

“N-no..? Was jus’ too much- Non preoccuparti. Va bene. Nothin’ I can’t take~.” Those big eyes stare, hoping this is acceptable. He’s sure he’ll be okay. Might need a bit of bandaging or- the typical after he’s clean. But, surely small things like that don’t need his attention. “Es Papi feelin’ a’right? Ya took a lot like that.”

A soft trill rumbles its way through his chest, snowy lashes barely letting his eyes stay open anymore when he’d been allowed that bit of rest. Quiet and warm, and finally able to put his body to rest. A majority of the night he’d been either bent abysmally or working himself to keep him satisfied. He won’t complain, but his body is a bit sore, nerves still trying to come down, throat and markings feeling the ebb while his adrenaline empties out. His voice mutters soft apology for the hiss of discomfort from the moth. He still did feel some guilt over taking it too far, but it was beginning to fade. Tune out into the background while comfort started to take place.

The deep and evening breath from Val, and the steady sound from his chest are in and of themselves something that soothe him, but it only adds to it when it acts as relief for his wellness. Safety. Angel shifts a bit more, making sure he can close any distance to hold on, cuddle up and let things settle. Let his (and likely Val’s) hormones, emotions and bodies rest up a bit before he found any of the more routine aftercare to give him. After all, he’d been through what Angel had, it’s reasonable to guess he might have some of the same needs Angel founds himself often missing.

Fingers move through his fur, and the last few tears that leak finally pause. Not solely because he lacks being hydrated, but, he’s found that off feeling of his- that weird one that hangs heavy in his chest, one he can’t care to name at the moment- it feels a little better when Val gives him sweet little nothings like this. Shows of gentle affection after he was done with what he was good for. After he was used up. It was all he could ask for to be kept at his side, and wanted. Even if it was still for his own needs, the fact that he’s here is something to be grateful for.

Val’s face had creased and it’d halted the gentle brush of his thumb briefly before he’d continued his caress on the moth when the look had passed. Sure he may be tired, but he’s honed into each reaction, and responds in turn. Less like clockwork, more like the fussing of a mother hen. Affectionate and cautious.

Upon getting hit with a question of his own, it takes a moment to prop himself a little better, get a look on his face. The sliver of surprise retreats after a moment, being replaced with a much warmer expression taking root. A broken purr being supplied from his chest. His body felt heavy, and sure he could do with a bit of care, but he was grateful to be getting this as it stood. How many times had he suffered the drop with no one there to even sit next to him, or check he’s not too hurt?

“… Sí, I’ll be okay. T’anks.” A small smile is returned up to him, whatever is not used to be petting over Valentino is used to cling. They could enjoy a little bit of the aftermath, especially seeing neither appeared to be up for walking at all.