[It's so very dangerous. Husk should put a stop to this immediately. But he doesn't. He should, at the very least, be more aware of his surroundings- listening for the crackle of radio static which heralded him being watched and a promise to an abrupt end to any happiness he dared let inside his crusty old heart. He doesn't do that, either. This is more intoxicating than the strongest booze he's downed and he cannot get enough of it- hell, he wants more of it- and the little thrill he's getting from indulging in this is making him far less cautious than he really ought to be.
He isn't paying attention to the rest of the lobby, the space around them is shrinking to a pinpoint that just has the two of them in it. Stupid, dangerous, but he carries on anyway. As Angel leans into his hand, his claws curl in, lightly threading through the fluffy hair. No gripping, no pulling, just a careful brush- something Angel could easily pull away from if he so wished. Husk would never want Angel to feel trapped by him, not in a million years. ]
I'm not a big talker.
[Which is true, but there's been a lot he's been keeping quiet lately. Things that have reached a point that it's almost impossible to keep quiet anymore. As Angel's finger slides down his suspender, so very carefully brushes against his fur, he shifts a little closer. A little noise escapes the back of his throat that he doesn't quite manage to tap down, something quiet and soft and distressingly feline. Christ, he hopes he doesn't start purring, that would be mortifying.
He tries to ignore the noise, pretending like it never happened. The smile stays, though. ]
Yeah? Can't say I'd mind having you stick around then, if that's the case.
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He isn't paying attention to the rest of the lobby, the space around them is shrinking to a pinpoint that just has the two of them in it. Stupid, dangerous, but he carries on anyway. As Angel leans into his hand, his claws curl in, lightly threading through the fluffy hair. No gripping, no pulling, just a careful brush- something Angel could easily pull away from if he so wished. Husk would never want Angel to feel trapped by him, not in a million years. ]
I'm not a big talker.
[Which is true, but there's been a lot he's been keeping quiet lately. Things that have reached a point that it's almost impossible to keep quiet anymore. As Angel's finger slides down his suspender, so very carefully brushes against his fur, he shifts a little closer. A little noise escapes the back of his throat that he doesn't quite manage to tap down, something quiet and soft and distressingly feline. Christ, he hopes he doesn't start purring, that would be mortifying.
He tries to ignore the noise, pretending like it never happened. The smile stays, though. ]
Yeah? Can't say I'd mind having you stick around then, if that's the case.