#【 🍸 interaction — husk 】

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Husk walked into the hotel with a really upset expression maybe even one Angel hadn't seen on Husk before, his ears was pushed back as far as they could get, something was clearly wrong but instead of talking, he just silently going to his room, someone needs comfort.

@bartender-husk

Angel approached Husk with a worried expression, carefully so as not to startle him, but just narrowly catching him before he gets there. "Uhh... Kitty? Somethin' the matter, hun?" he asks in a concerned voice, his lower left hand gently placing on Husk's shoulders.

— @bartender-husk

[smiling-cervidae]

Husk walked up to Alastor with a nervous expression, honestly this was still embarrassing for him but he had to get past his fear somehow. "Hey boss... Can i uh... Ask you a favor? I know it's a lot to ask and you don't like playin' the middle man. But can you maybe... Help me with my confession to you know?" He hasn't really explained why he's asking something like this of Alastor in the first place and honestly he was looking desperate. He has been coughing up more blood along with the petals so it wouldn't go unnoticed for long anyway.

@bartender-husk

Alastor's eyes widened in unadulterated horror. No matter what Husk does, there will still be some trace of the blood, since it'd take literal days to wash out of white fur. Almost instinctively, he brought the cat closer with magic, using some of his tentacles to support his weight, figuring that the loss of the amount of blood he can even smell could possibly cause weakness in Husk.

Only after having that reassurance that Husk is at least stabilized, he finally speaks. "'Confession'?! Husker, are you daft?! That's hardly the issue that we need to be dealing with!" Alastor chastises, clearly not having connected the dots yet. He won't until he sees a petal or it gets told to him, either. In fact, that only serves to freak him out more, because the blood loss and perceived deliriousness is not a good sign in his head.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

Angel recieved a bonquet of flowers, with it was a letter attached and it reads as follows:

Happy Valentine Angel Dust

I still remember how i used to feel like everythin' felt hopeless, it felt suffocating but then after we got closer... I started realizin' just how much i felt happy around you

I didn't expect to feel like this towards anyone

What i'm tryin' to ask if you would want to be my valentine?

- Husk

Well as awkward as he usually is about this kind of stuff, the effort was there and it was clearly genuine. He probably expects Angel to go give his answer either by answering the letter or to Husk himself.

@bartender-husk (for Angie :3)

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴏᴜQᴜᴇᴛ! ʜᴜꜱᴋ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ! ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ.

-> "ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ɴᴜɢɢꜱ! ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴀ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ! ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ!"

ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏɪɴᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴍ, ʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜᴢᴢʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡꜱ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴘɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪɴꜱ.

-> "ʏᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴏɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ.

—♡ @bartender-husk

[smiling-cervidae]

"My wonderful girl, you are the biggest definition of a 'heart-melter'," Alastor chuckles out, placing his hand on her back and bending down a little bit to allow her better access. "Now then, what is this 'egg-hunt' I've been hearing so much of, dearest?"

Karen’s Easter Egg Hunt (open rp)

It was Easter at the local church and Hikari was very excited for today’s egg hunt. She heard the golden egg has a special surprise.

Unfortunately, Karen was picked to lead the egg hunt this year, which meant she put her kid before everyone else’s. This meant she gave her kid special treatment.

Anytime the kids would find an egg, she’d make them give it to her son.

After a while, Hikari found the golden egg. She tried to keep it away from Karen, but of course she saw it.

“Excuse me? You know the rules! Any egg you find belongs to my Tyler, so hand it over!”

“But hikari found the gowden egg fiwst. This isn’t faiw!” She tried to stand up for herself.

“Are you seriously being a selfish brat right now?! Greed is a sin and you will go straight to hell unless you give me that egg!”

“N-no!” She whimpered and kept the egg in her basket. Karen then tried to pry the basket out of Hikari’s hand.

Soon, Hikari lost her grip and fell in a mud puddle.

Karen smirked. “That’s what you deserve, heathen!”

Hikari whimpered and immediately started crying

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @gorefieldsworld @puppy-boy-toby @ask-welcomehome @smiling-cervidae @alyxdefoisnthere and anyone else who wants to join.

[rising-morningstar]

"Oh, hey! I remember you! Grumpy bartender cat!" he smiles before noticing the expression on Husk's face. His eyes widen and his smile drops, taking in the expression. He can't quite put his finger on it... Discontentment, maybe? "Hey, what's got you down?" Lucifer isn't a sadist, if he someone that looks upset, he does genuinely want to make them feel better.

【 KING'S ARRIVAL 】

"A-Are we... Are we rolling?" the blond man asked off to the side. You couldn't see what happened, but he apparently received an affirmative answer, as his eyes lit up with some faint spark of joy, he quickly put on a nervous smile and waved before clearing his throat.

"Hey there! Heh... Name's Lucifer Morningstar!" he introduces, starting to smile brightly as he gets into it. "King of Hell, duck lover, proud father... Goodness, how do I do one of these? Ah... Well, I don't think there's much else to say, so... come talk to me! Don't be shy, I'm not as scary as I look!" he insists, trying his best to look welcoming and friendly to you.

☆ — Tags (Feel free to ignore!) — ☆

@bartender-husk @slutty-spider-talk @ultimate-rider @kamon-of-hope @pizza-for-my-friends @lxstfuldemoness @vox-tv-demon @ur-babe-mayday @high-seraphim-queen @high-seraphim-princess @human-monokuma @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @bigkaijubaddie @hellhound-loony

[setting-morningstar]

Lilith scoffed, an annoyed smirk coming to her face. Just like Alastor, she often chose to hide "volatile" emotions like anger and sadness behind a smile, although on occasion, happiness was once visible on her. "And just who might you be that gives you the authority to speak to me this way?"

Her eyes narrowed, a predator daring her prey to continue grazing. She is, after all, one of the first humans to ever roam the earth, and the second most powerful demon in all of Hell. Though her powers are more or less an enigma, as she rarely ever chose to use them, much less to truly show off to her full potential, there's still an underlying sense of danger to crossing the Queen of Hell.

【 ROYAL PROMO 】

A mysterious new face had been spotted around Hell. Or, well, one couldn't exactly call her "new"... She was quite known to all in Hell, in fact. And yet, she was elusive. One nobody had seen in well over seven years... And yet, now, here she was in front of you. Her face was adorned with a pained expression, as well as one of slight confusion and worry. She moved gracefully, like a gazelle carefully slinking away, yet calculated, a predator on the prowl.

Most new sinners and Hellborn had never even seen this woman. And yet, there was no mistaking who she was. This brought forth the question of why she hadn't thought to disguise her identity if she planned on suddenly reappearing in Hell. Or maybe, just maybe, she wanted to be spotted. Maybe this was all part of some master plan she had hatched. She was gone for a while, and yet, there could be no mistaking exactly who this woman was. As soon as you spotted her, you knew.

Lilith Morningstar. Queen of Hell.

♡ — Tags (Feel free to ignore or interact if not tagged, mod is vv shy-) — ♡

@tyrannical-sea-prince @cheerful-charlie-morningst4r @likeamothtofame @bartender-husk @ultimate-rider @kamon-of-hope @pizza-for-my-friends @lxstfuldemoness @2ndbyteofapp1e @vox-tv-demon @cervidae-demon @ask-lucifer-morningstar @lustfulxxxprincess

[smiling-cervidae]

(( Trim! ))

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴀꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ, ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀꜱ ɪꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀɪᴠᴏʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴏʀ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ, ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ.

-> "ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ! ɪ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀꜰꜰᴏʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ!"

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ. ꜱᴛɪʟʟ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴏᴠɪᴀʟ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱ��ᴀʟ ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ.

-> "ʏᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴀʟ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ?"

ʜᴇ ᴛɪʟᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ꜱʜʀᴜɢꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ.

-> "ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ? ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ-ᴛᴏ-ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ."

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʀᴏʟʟꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ? ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜꜱᴋ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴀᴄɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴇʟʏ. ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴇɴᴠɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

-> "ᴛᴏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟɪɴᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɪ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ 'ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ', ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍ�� 'ꜱɪɴ', ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ."

-> "ᴡʜᴀ-?! ʜᴇʏ! ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ! ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ!"

-> "ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴘʟʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢᴏᴏᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ. ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀɴ, ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ, 'ᴊᴜɴᴋɪᴇ'."

-> "ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ 'ᴍ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ."

-> "ᴀ ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ... ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ."

ᴀᴡᴡ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. :)

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ... ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴍᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ꜱᴇx, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ.

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ. ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴀɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ. ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ... ᴏꜰꜰ. ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ... ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ.

-> "ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴ', ʜᴜꜱᴋʏ! ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ?"

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀʏ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ-ᴏꜰ-ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴇʀɪʟʏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ.

— ♥︎ @slutty-spider-polka-pop, @smiling-cervidae

"Hey, you look pretty happy for a change, glad to see it pal. I've been as alright as i can be." He seemed genuinely happy to see Angel look more lively than before and it meant that things were paying off. He turned to notice the change in Alastor however, he wasn't used to seeing his boss in such a condition. "Uh..." Normally Alastor would had invaded his personal borders a long time ago. "Alastor?" Had the thing he had told taken that great of a toll on the deer? He was trying to process the big changes.

[smiling-cervidae]

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴜꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅ ᴠᴀɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʟᴍᴀᴏ). ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ? ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

-> "ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ! ᴡʜʏ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅɪᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴛ? ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ... ꜰɪᴠᴇ-ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ-ᴀɴᴅ-ꜱɪxᴛʏ-ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ?"

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ, ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

-> "ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴄQᴜɪʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴛ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ?"

Event: The cat's Birthday

Husk stood to look at a calendar, it was that day of the year again, he sighed and soon kept walking going to his bar in the hotel to stand there as he usually does.

Fixing a few of the bottles on the shelf before he stared off into the distance, he didn't really care too much about his birthday anymore when he was this old but maybe he could still have a good day.

@smiling-cervidae @slutty-spider-polka-pop @walking-in-a-spider-web @hells-ringleader @unknown-ultimates @anyone else (was supposed to be out on 4th May but mod was busy so here's a late event)

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

(( Trim! ))

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ꜱɪᴢᴇ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴏʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ.

-> "...ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ?"

-> "ʜᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʟʏɪɴ', ᴀʟ. ɪ... ʟ-ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ... ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ 'ᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ."

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴅᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏʀʀᴏʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ, ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ.

-> "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ 'ɢɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅꜱ' ᴍᴇᴀɴ?"

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ, ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ "ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴇʀ!" ᴍᴜɢ, ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜱᴛɪʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ, ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ.

-> "ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴀʀ. ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ? ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ? ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴅɪᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ.

— @smiling-cervidae (Feel free to ignore!!)

Husk looked a bit confused as he approached, carefully walked to stand next by Alastor after realizing the shadow was on the move, this was a bad sign, he was most likely onto the whole thing.

He looked nervous now and looked up at Alastor. "This is about who sold you out isn't it? I'm sorry, i was meanin' to tell you sooner, it was me." It was probably better to owe up to it now rather than when it was truly too late. His tone and how his expression had guilt written all over it. "I hurt you, i know i did and it wasn't right of me to betray your trust like that, i deeply regret it, it wasn't fun to see you in pain... I want to make it up to you somehow." He looked down, trying to tread carefully and apologizing from the bottom of his heart. He was praying Angel wouldn't get hurt because of this.

[smiling-cervidae]

"I do appreciate the offer, Husker. Every mother's day, I go out and find a lamb and kill it as a sacrifice," he explains. Well, that totally doesn't scream 'psychopathic mommy issues' at all. But hey, at least he's appreciative of the opportunity to ask for some company if he wants it. Possibly, it traces back to him being a vodou practitioner?

He headed over to Husk, standing beside him. "If you've got a place in mind for us to go, lead the way, dear friend!" he chirped happily. Honestly, he's pretty chipper for someone who's probably stressed the entire fuck out today. Hunting in general, but especially when the animal was a juvenile, can take a huge toll on someone's psyche. Which means that being around Husk makes him feel less stressed, and thus less likely to snap at the jerk of a hair.

Mother's Day Mourning

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴇɴʟᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ?

ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴅᴅ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ... ʏᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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@bartender-husk, @unknown-ultimates, @i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye, @ultimate-rider, @siempreminta, @love-is-in-the-multiverse (Alice), @queenofthecarrousel (Basil)

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴜʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴀɢʀᴇᴇ?

ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ɢᴜʟᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴢᴇ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

-> "ʏ-ʏᴇᴀʜ... ʏᴀ ꜱᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀᴅᴏᴏᴅʟᴇꜱ~."

ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʀᴀᴡ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ-ᴛʀɪᴘ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴡʜʏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰʟᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ... ᴏʀ ᴡʜʏ ʜɪꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ... ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪ.

-> "ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ... ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀ, ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ... ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪꜱᴛ, ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴘᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ "ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱʜɪᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇᴅ" ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ.

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ... ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ~? ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ... ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ!

ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ, ᴅʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ʙʀᴜɪꜱɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴠᴀʟ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ.

-> "ʜᴜꜱᴋʏ....ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ?"

ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɢᴜɪʟᴛ-ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘɪᴛʏ... ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ.

—♡ @slutty-spider-polka-pop

Husk looked at Angel, noticing the bruises and sighed, he soon mixed two boozes to give it to him. "Hey... Looks like you had a shitty day huh? Valentino can't hurt you here so drink up." He didn't really seem to think much of it being a guilt tripping manouver right now, he was more worried about the condition he saw Angel in. "Want me to give him a peace of my mind?" This tactic looked to work better on Husk. "If not then i can keep you company."

[smiling-cervidae]

-> "ʙᴏꜱꜱ?! ᴍʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ? ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ! ᴏʀ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ."

ʜᴏᴡ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴡʜᴏ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ, ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜʀ��ʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ.

-> "ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪ ᴀᴍ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ... ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ, ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ... ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜰʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ... ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴇ, ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ! ᴀ ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ, ᴛʀᴜʟʏ... ꜱᴏ ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ."

...ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱʜɪᴛ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ??? ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ. ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ. ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ. ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴇ. ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ. ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱɪᴄᴋ???

ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏᴏᴛꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴅɪᴏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴀ... ꜰʀᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍɪᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴇ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴜꜱᴋ, ʜɪꜱ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ, ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴇʀ ᴛᴀɪʟ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴡʜᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ (ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪʀᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ).

-> "ᴀʜ...! ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ...! ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ! ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ?"

ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴅᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜɢɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴍ, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛꜱᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ.

—♡ @smiling-cervidae

Husk looked pretty preflexed and dumbfounded at first, he blinked before he gave his usual grumpy expression. "Sir...? I mean boss. What... You seemed down, do you want to talk about it?" He was cautious of asking, he wasn't sure what to make of any of this but he could tell there was something different about this Alastor. "Me? I have been working at the bar in the hotel and doing pretty alright. You seem happy to see me, had a rough day or something?"

[setting-morningstar]

"Hm...? And why do you care, if I may ask?" Lilith inquired. And in all seriousness, it's a valid question. She wasn't even remotely nice to Husk when they first spoke, and she worries now that anything she tells the cat will go straight back to her daughter. If she confides that she's remorseful over what she has to do... that will hurt everyone around her so much more. She knew her plan: plant Roo within the hotel, work with her to destroy Charlie's project, find a way to crush Hell's hope of beating the angels...

She was also a little amused that they were on a first-name basis, because she doesn't actually know his name, or whatever it was when he was alive. But of course, she had to keep a cold front. She's on the evil side, that's true, but she's still human, and experiences human emotions.

Happy Mother's Day...

Lilith breathed out a sigh, looking through the envelopes and files in her hands. Although they looked to be of great importance, one quick peek would easily reveal that they were, in fact, pictures and homemade mother's day cards that Charlie had drawn and colored for her in her youth. Sure, they were full of rainbows and smiles and happiness, and that was unbecoming of a Princess of Hell, but even now, it reminded her of her little girl and her husband... She hoped they were still alright, cherishing the last Mother's Day they might ever have... Had Lucifer taken a wife yet since she left? Charlie needed a mother in her life, after all, even if that couldn't be Lilith.

Mother's Day always served to make the queen sad. Not that she would ever bare that pain to anyone else, however. After all, her daughter and Lucifer himself would be less hurt if they could just hate her and anticipate her betrayal. She never imagined she would have to make a choice like this to begin with, anyway...

Once she spotted you, her soft and almost mournful gaze became harder and more steely, cold eyes staring back at you. "Hello there, dear. Was there something you needed? Please, do make it quick, I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day."

[ Tagging! ]

@bartender-husk @human-monokuma @unknown-ultimates and anyone else because the mod's memory is short-term as is. :')

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

"Hunter, eh?" he giggled, amused by the name and determined to make a slightly flirty pun using it. "Do ya Hunt Angels by chance?" He lets out a small chuckle after that. He's the type to laugh at his own jokes, but where most of his flirting is along the lines of "fuck me", the way he acts with Husk is... much more innocent.

He smiles a little more when Husk shows that faith in him, his expression softening. After a few clicks on his phone, he smiles warmly. "Ordered! Alright, we got about an order till it arrives. DoorSlash is usually pretty speedy." Wow, they've really got a pun for every app in Hell, huh? "What should we do in the meantime?"

Event: Birthday

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ? ᴡᴇʟʟ...

ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ.

ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ-ꜰᴜʟʟ. ʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪ ʙᴏᴍʙ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ, ɪᴅʟʏ ꜱᴛɪʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ.

ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ꜰᴀɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙ, ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀɪꜱᴋʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘɪᴍᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ... ʟɪꜱᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴊᴀʙꜱ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ, ᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴏʀ ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ.

@bartender-husk and whoever else wants to join. :))

[smiling-cervidae]

(( Trim! ))

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴏꜰᴛʟʏ, ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀᴏɴʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ.

-> "ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ?"

ʜᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟɪꜱʜ ɢʀɪɴ, ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇxʜᴀᴜꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ɪɴ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ.

-> "...ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴇꜱᴛ? ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ."

ᴀꜱ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴɪᴄᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴍᴏʀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ... ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴍᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ꜱᴇx, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ.

ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ʙʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ. ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴀɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ. ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ... ᴏꜰꜰ. ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴀꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ... ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ.

-> "ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴ', ʜᴜꜱᴋʏ! ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ?"

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀʏ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ-ᴏꜰ-ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴇʀɪʟʏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ.

— ♥︎ @slutty-spider-polka-pop, @smiling-cervidae

"Hey, you look pretty happy for a change, glad to see it pal. I've been as alright as i can be." He seemed genuinely happy to see Angel look more lively than before and it meant that things were paying off. He turned to notice the change in Alastor however, he wasn't used to seeing his boss in such a condition. "Uh..." Normally Alastor would had invaded his personal borders a long time ago. "Alastor?" Had the thing he had told taken that great of a toll on the deer? He was trying to process the big changes.

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

(( Trim! ))

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟʏ ʟɪᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇɴᴛʜʀᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ-

-> "ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʜᴜꜱᴋ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴀɴ' ʜᴇʏ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴠᴀʟ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ."

ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡꜰᴜʟ ᴀꜱ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ɪꜱ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ʜɪɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ɪꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ.

-> "ʜᴜɴ... ʙᴀʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ ɢᴜʏ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ, ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴ' ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀʟ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. ᴡʜʏ? ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ?"

ʜᴇ ᴇᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ: ɪꜰ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ.

Angel recieved a bonquet of flowers, with it was a letter attached and it reads as follows:

Happy Valentine Angel Dust

I still remember how i used to feel like everythin' felt hopeless, it felt suffocating but then after we got closer... I started realizin' just how much i felt happy around you

I didn't expect to feel like this towards anyone

What i'm tryin' to ask if you would want to be my valentine?

- Husk

Well as awkward as he usually is about this kind of stuff, the effort was there and it was clearly genuine. He probably expects Angel to go give his answer either by answering the letter or to Husk himself.

@bartender-husk (for Angie :3)

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴏᴜQᴜᴇᴛ! ʜᴜꜱᴋ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ! ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ.

-> "ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ɴᴜɢɢꜱ! ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴀ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ! ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ!"

ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏɪɴᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴍ, ʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜᴢᴢʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡꜱ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴘɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪɴꜱ.

-> "ʏᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴏɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ꜰᴀᴛ ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ, ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ.

—♡ @bartender-husk