with 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 looks? seems hard to believe. is he getting undervalued, or is he just a love 'em & leave 'em type?

〝 how 'bout you get some fuckin' standards? givin' us a bad name ー bet his dick smells like fuckin' 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘰. 〞

now, isn't that romantic. couldn't be him, but he respects it.

bet on it.

〝 got good marketin' & the skills to back it up, that's all. i'd be a nobody if it weren't for the boss. 〞 he says it plainly, shrugging, because it's true. 〝 pretty high praise from a succubus. impressed by what, that'cha got competition from a sinner? ♡ 〞

he's just going to ignore that assertion, since the idea of doing anything without valentino is nerve-wracking to say the least. angel takes another drag of his cigarette, before flicking it away. 〝 well, thanks. hit up the studio if ya ever wanna collaborate, yeah? 〞

〝 how much're ya offerin' for it? ♡ 〞

〝 need some company, vecchietto? 〞

〝 gesù, 'scuse me for tryin' to be fuckin' 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺. i ain't much, but i'm the best you're gonna get 'round here. what, you'd rather be drinkin' with ol' smiley? 〞

〝 course he don't. 〞 angel scoffs, & leans on the bar. propped up on a stiff arm, not lounging over it like he usually does. 〝 i'm hurt, husky! you're drunk & lonely, & i figured you'd 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 havin' a friend. or ain't we friends? 〞

deal with what? the admission gets a curious eyebrow raise out of angel, as he peers down at the cat. 〝 y'know, you can just tell me to fuck off. don't need to be polite about it. for what it's worth, though, i don't mind stupid. 〞

that gets a grin out of him. with husk's implicit permission, he settles down at the bar. he doesn't even need to be drinking ( though he wouldn't complain, if offered ) ー he just hates to see husk looking so alone. 〝 now, was that so hard? trust me, i'll forget everythin'. 〞

he cracks up out loud, a giggle of genuine surprise. 〝 you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 stupid when you're wasted, huh? i know it, gattino. you ain't half bad yourself ー in a sorta well-loved, ugly-cute stuffy toy kinda way. 〞 angel's teasing, a squint of amusement in his eyes.

oh boy, indeed. no need to worry, this stays between them. 〝 ya like that one, huh? ♡ what, folks don't give ya compliments too often? 〞 that'd be a shame. for all that husk is abrasive, for all that he's actively upset angel before, there's still a lot to like about him.

〝 aw. well, they should. you can be pissy & dumb as a brick sometimes, but you're tough & reliable. i can tell why al keeps ya by his side. 〞 the teasing edge has left his smile, as he watches the cat who's clearly wasted out of his skull. he feels the urge to pet him.

he knows how famous he is. it's a blessing & a curse. when lucifer shows up in the lobby of the hotel, angel's at the bar, not drinking but smoking a cigarette ( despite having been advised not to do so inside. ) recognition will take a second. 〝 ... ya need somethin'? 〞

〝 hm. ya mind if i...? 〞 yeah, he's not about to resist that urge anymore. he reaches out a hand, hovering it around the back of husk's ear, the side of his face, until he gets the go-ahead to make contact. the guy's just too cute when he's not being all grouchy.

〝 your dauー oh. shit, hah. 〞 his eyes widen when he finally does realize who he's talking to, but he doesn't scramble to bow & scrape to the king. he uses all of that submission up for someone else. 〝 nah, s'pose not. she ain't in right now, though. i can take a message? 〞

what a pleasant surprise. there's much worse things a demon can be when they're wasted. crooning a little, angel gladly gives husk all the pets he might want. scratching his fingers behind the cat's ear, while gently rubbing a thumb along his cheek.

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