[Angel's laugh pulls one of his own out of Husk- deep and rumbling. His hand curls in a little at the kiss to his pad, the claws brushing carefully through the fuzz on his cheek. The world didn't end, neither of them are double dead for this, it's... fine. Dangerous, he allows a tiny sliver of hope into his chest that maybe, just maybe they'll be allowed to be happy. Just this fuckin' once. ]
S'okay. I didn't mind the wait- it was about damn time you got to decide when you wanted to do something.
[Honestly, Husk understands what a big deal it is that Angel did choose to do this. He could have just as easily not- and Husk would have understood that. He'd have been disappointed, to be certain- but he'd take a little heartbreak over Angel feeling obligated to take that final step any day. He snorts in amusement at the mess comment, reaching up with his free hand to flip up that ridiculous mess of hair on top of Angel's head.]
I told you, I like the mess. It's part of your charm. 'Sides, ain't like I'm much better. We can both be damn messes together. That's the deal, right?
[Being losers. Together. Speaking of... Husk is too much of a realist to ignore the giant, fucking elephant in the room. His feathery brows furrow, the smile fading into his usual despondent tiredness. The hand that had been messing with Angel's hair moves to take a hand, lacing their fingers together in one fluid motion. ]
...They'll fuckin' kill us if they catch us.
[If. Suggesting he isn't planning to just... drop this. He doesn't want to do that. He categorically doesn't do that. ]
We're gonna have to be real fuckin' careful, Legs.
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Date: 2024-04-19 11:15 pm (UTC)S'okay. I didn't mind the wait- it was about damn time you got to decide when you wanted to do something.
[Honestly, Husk understands what a big deal it is that Angel did choose to do this. He could have just as easily not- and Husk would have understood that. He'd have been disappointed, to be certain- but he'd take a little heartbreak over Angel feeling obligated to take that final step any day. He snorts in amusement at the mess comment, reaching up with his free hand to flip up that ridiculous mess of hair on top of Angel's head.]
I told you, I like the mess. It's part of your charm. 'Sides, ain't like I'm much better. We can both be damn messes together. That's the deal, right?
[Being losers. Together. Speaking of... Husk is too much of a realist to ignore the giant, fucking elephant in the room. His feathery brows furrow, the smile fading into his usual despondent tiredness. The hand that had been messing with Angel's hair moves to take a hand, lacing their fingers together in one fluid motion. ]
...They'll fuckin' kill us if they catch us.
[If. Suggesting he isn't planning to just... drop this. He doesn't want to do that. He categorically doesn't do that. ]
We're gonna have to be real fuckin' careful, Legs.