Date: 2024-03-28 11:04 pm (UTC)
wiseoldbartender: (And time's a precious thing)
He has a whole-ass fit about that until Cherri said it made him look like a sparkly bitch and he took it as a fuckin' compliment. I ain't getting involved if you touch the eggs, you KNOW how weird he is about them.

Vaggie doesn't want ANYONE to have any fun. And sure thing, Legs. Strong as you need 'em.

I won't utter a word.


[Sometimes a little adorableness helps with the crushing weight of everything else. Even if it's just a small bright spot in the dark. Husk is about to offer another, heading off to open the door, leaning against it. Once Angel starts to come into view, however, he steps outside, striding the distance between them, brow furrowed in not-disguised-at-all worry.

He'll offer a hand- a crutch for Angel to lean on if he so chooses to.
]

Jesus, you weren't fuckin' kidding. Real bad night, then.
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