Husk and Angel have become close ever since the two opened up to one another.
They find themselves at the bar in their usual spots: one behind the counter, one on the other side of it. They’re casually humming their little ‘Loser, Baby’ duet together.
It’s a catchy tune that they find themselves humming along to when a comfortable silence falls between them.
They steal little passing glances at each other as they do so. Occasionally their eyes would meet, a light flush growing on their cheeks as each passing glance would grow longer.
…
Their fingers brushed across each others as Husk passed along another glass of Angel’s favorite, unsolicited.
Angel took it - pleased with a smile hidden behind the glass as he brought it to his lips, taking a swig.
“You sure know how to get a guy’s heart pumpin’, sugar. “ Angel practically purrs.
Husk actually purrs.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Angel is leaning over the bar, one of his four arms bracing himself on the counter top.
Husk meets him half way, slightly leaned over the bar.
Their faces are close, their sights are focused down on each other’s lips.
Then they are staring into each other’s eyes.
The burning is heavy in their stomachs, the butterflies flooding to their chests.
They’re closer now, their lips mere inches away, their breaths heavy.
Angel’s eyes are now closed, Husk is staring fondly at the pink on Angel’s cheeks.
His eyes are now closed, he leans in towards Angel to close the small gap.
… Ah!
The sound of a micro-phoned cane tapping loudly on the ground followed by harsh radio static breaks the moment. They both turn their head to Alastor who had just walked through the front door of the hotel.
“I’m afraid any hint of PDA that is bound to escalate is strictly forbidden in the lobby area.”
Alastor’s eye gave a single twitch, but it was easy to miss if one wasn’t looking close enough.
His smile was wide, incredibly so… strained. It was a smile that screamed disgust in Alastor’s own way.
Husk clears his throat, the blush on his nose is red.
“N-No! I.. oh, whatever. We weren’t going to do anything’.” He grumbled, now busying himself with cleaning a glass bashfully.
“At least not with you in here.” Angel grumbled, clearly disappointed that the moment was ruined as he took the rest of his drink as a shot.
“Oooor-…” Angel’s voice was playful, suggestive, placing his empty glass onto the counter.
“You could join us-…”
“Not happening.” Husk’s and Alastor’s voice rang in perfect unison.
I saw @nerdynuala’s art of Rosie petting Alastor’s tuffs, (absolutely adorable, I am so soft) so here we are. ✨ This is what formulated in result. 👀
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“Ah, ah, ahhh-” Alastor sang in warning, the pointy tip of his microphoned staff pressing firmly into the shoulder of the spider demon in front of him. “That alcohol is clearly impairing your sense of judgement. I will warn you one more time… no touching.” His voice held a tint of playfulness, but every other nuance screamed forewarning.
The strain of his outwardly playful voice was ever so apparent, static in every other syllable growing more noticable as Angel’s persistence continued.
It was easy for one to deduce that Angel must have been pestering Alastor for some time now, leaving the radio demon’s already thin line of patience wanning even more so.
“Come ooon!” Angel let out an exasperated sigh, smacking the older demon’s microphone away from his shoulder, a dull ache left behind. “You might even enjoy it. I’m quite good with my hands, you know.” There was certain a trill to Angel’s voice that induced a spike of ire in the radio demon.
His smile tightened, a single eye twitching and as if on cue, the lights in the hotel lobby flickered warningly.
“Ah- Ahhh! Uh.. whatssssss’ um.. er- going on here, might I ask?” Sir Pentious interrupted abruptly, fingers twiddling with the ends of his suit coat awkwardly. There was a barely audible ringing becoming more and more unbearable to tolerate. It was another sign coming from Alastor that Angel’s little drunken game had gone on long enough.
Sir Pentious was not about to let things escalate further… for all of their sakes.
“Oh, nothin’.” Angel muttered, defeat in his voice. “Smiley over here is being a tightwad, s’all.”
“Aha... is that sssso?” Sir Pentious was not convinced.
“Angel is determined to test a rumor he’s heard about. I’m not even quite sure where he heard of such a frivolous thing.”
“Oh?” Sir Pentious cocked his head.
“Al’s ears are apparently suuuuper soft according to a certain joyous overlord. I jus’ wanted to test it out myself s’all, but mr. ‘stick in the ass’ over here won’t let me… not even a little touch.”
“Allow your imagination to run wild, my friend!”
Tch. “How boring.”
“Better than missing a limb, I’d imagine.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed challengingly, smile unwavering.
“Ehh, it’d grow back.” Angel shrugged with a frown. “You’re an enigma and it pisses me the hell off, ya kno-..”
Angel’s words were cut off as he watched the other enigmatic character who appeared out of nowhere start climbing up Alastor’s tall stature, giggling as she did so.
“Niffty! I-I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Sir Pentious cried out, reaching towards her as if he was planning to grab her from Alastor’s shoulders before it was too late.
However, Niffty was quick to finally put all curiousity to rest, climbing to the appendages in question, grabbing them with vigor. She fumbled with the tuffs joyously.
“Suuuuper soft!” She giggled.
Angel’s and Sir Pentious’s eyes flicked from Niffty to Alastor speechless, hearts beginning to pick up pace.
…Oh shit.
Alastor’s smile had not faltered, but his eyes were clenched closed, a wrinkle very much visible just between his arched brows. After a moment, Alastor let out a defeated sigh of his own, shoulders dropping and attention moving upwards towards his favorite little companion.
“Well, I suppose the mystery has been solved!” Alastor hummed, seemingly unbothered.
Angel stared dumbfounded, gawking at the sight before him, “That’s it?!”
Niffty clearly had the ear touching pass, and quite frankly, Angel was offended.
“I don’t know what you expected.” Husk suddenly joined in from afar, stationed at the bar. “Everything about that red head is infuriating.” He muttered under his breath while cleaning out a whiskey glass.