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"What am I supposed to do with this? Shove it up someone's ass??"

He has a wagon behind him filled with rubber ducks. "Hey, you! Here's a lucky duck for you!" He shoves a rubber duck in the other's hands.

"How to explain this to you without scarring you..."

"Oh, sweetie, some of them like it when you do that."

"Oh, sweetie, some of them like it when you do that."

"I have the spray bottle when this sinday comes back around."

@hazbintales said: Vox took Valentino by the jacket. "Val!" He nearly yelled to try and get the other's attention from going on and on about something Vox didn't care about. Then he leaned down and bit into the other's shoulder to get his attention fully. He pulled back with an unamused look. "You're not going to go after any whores."

Angel Dust.

It always came down to Angel Dust. The very thought of the whore slipping through his grasp drove him to the brink of insanity. To the point where he could hear nothing else but his own thoughts racing through his hair.

Angel Dust- That whore- Angel Dust- That fucking slut- Angel Dust Angel DustAngelDustAngel-

He was aware of Vox trying to talk to him, trying to get his attention but it isn't until the sharp staticy pain bloomed in his shoulder that he was able to snap out of his own anger induced stupor.

"Oh-" his already tense body that had only tensed up further at the sudden pain finally relaxed and he focused on the flat screen of Vox's face.

"What whores?" he asked, draping his arms over Vox's shoulders as he leans forward onto him, a lazy grin sliding across his face. "You're the only one for me, Voxy baby," he purrs, sliding one finger along his shoulder and down his chest to tug on his tie sharply.

@hazbintales said: ❛ just stay out of my way. ❜ ( striker to blitz)

He squares up his shoulders, standing at his full height, even if Striker still towered over him. He wasn't intimidated by him.

"OR maybe you stay out of my way. Ever think of that, asshole," he said, poking the cowboy in the chest with a sharp finger.

Oh, this was awkward- How to let the pink demon down without- Oh. Oh, good, he was only joking.

"A-ha, very funny," he said, quickly moving past the uncomfortableness he felt at the other hitting on him. He had something of a rule against sleeping with Sinners, unless they were his wife. Oh, and Charlie's friends. That was a big no no for him, too.

He cleared his throat and smiled. "Oh, you know, here and there," and by that he meant in his new tower he'd attached to the hotel when they rebuilt it. "And you?"

Awkwardly he looked around again just to double check he was the only one in the room. "Oh, hmm, well- aha," he laughed awkwardly and clapped his hands together and took a step to the side.

"Well, um, as fun as that sounds, I think I'm going to have to pass."

Awkwardly he looked around again just to double check he was the only one in the room. "Oh, hmm, well- aha," he laughed awkwardly and clapped his hands together and took a step to the side.

"Well, um, as fun as that sounds, I think I'm going to have to pass."

"Oh, uh...." He looked around awkwardly before slowly pointing at himself. "You talking to me?"

"Oh, uh...." He looked around awkwardly before slowly pointing at himself. "You talking to me?"

"These legs were made to be wrapped around ya."

Husk had been looking for Angel when he found him. He hadn't seen him for almost the whole night and he was sure he'd seen Angel come home at some point. It wasn't like Angel to not come bother him at the bar so he'd gotten worried curious.

Finding him laid out on his bedroom door surrounding by bottles was the last thing he expected though. It was then that the worry did start creeping in.

He kneeled down next to the other man to help him sit up, gently placing a hand in the middle of his back to support him. He half smiled at the handsome comment, a reply waiting on his lips before Angel completely flipped the script and pushed him away.

He startled, eyes widening and mouth falling open in surprise, but he quickly moved away. He watched with concern furrowing his brows as Angel curled in on himself. He couldn't deny the pang in his chest at seeing the other so distraught, mumbling to himself. The words only cutting him deeper.

He knew Angel's job wasn't all fun and games like he tried to make it seem, but it was still easy to forget just how difficult it could be.

He reached out a hand to comfort Angel but stopped himself, quickly withdrawing his hands. He didn't want to be touched so Husk wasn't going to force that on him. Not now.

He waited another moment until it seemed like Angel had calmed down a little and then scooted a little closer to him on the floor.

"Angel," he called, voice deep and calm and hopefully grounding enough to break Angel out of the panicked haze he seemed to be in. "Look at me, Angel...No one's going to touch you here unless you want them to, you hear?"

@helluvahotpot ⸻ Drinking starters.

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞ Husk to Angel

Angel groaned as Husk knelt down beside him. He slowly looked over at Husk as he let out another groan of feeling dizzy. A couple bottles were around him as he lay on the ground of his bedroom. His door wide opened, Husk must have seen him when he was walking by or something. That was his own fault for not shutting his door after such a shitty day at work.

His body ached from another ruthless night. He pissed off Valentino and his body greatly paid for it. He just wanted to forget about the rough touches for the night, he wanted to forget about the look Valentino gave him, he wanted to forget he was addicted to Valentino’s poison for one night. So, he drank until he forgot. Until he no longer felt the sensations of other people on him, until he could no longer see Valentino’s face when he closed his eyes.

He slowly tried sitting up, wobbly and ended up falling to the side into Husk’s arms. A hand lifted to grasp his head, everything seemed to be spinning. He didn’t even remember lying on the floor. He looked up at Husk’s face, lifting his other hand to poke at Husk’s face.

❝Such a handsome kitty.❞ He said, words slurred as he spoke.

Then as if something turned in his brain, he pushed Husk away. His body scrambling off him and he crawled slightly towards his bed. His knees being brought up to his chest, eyes wide as he stared down at the ground. His four arms moving to wrap around his legs. He could feel Fat Nuggets come up to him, but he ignored the pig. His body was shaking slightly, and he whimpered from the aches it caused.

❝Don’t touch me.❞ He said, his upper arms lifting to grasp at his head. ❝Don’t touch me!❞

He rocked slightly, ignoring the pain in his body, ignoring the screams, it begged him not to move. His eyes watered up with tears. He clutched his head tightly as his eyes closed tightly, shaking his head. His lower limbs hugged his knees tight, as if that would keep everything else out. All he could think of was those hands on him, being treated like he was fresh meat. Most of the time his job didn’t affect him this badly, but it was a bad night mixed with alcohol. He didn’t want to feel used anymore. He wanted out yet he couldn’t get out. He was too addicted to all of it, even if sometimes he hated it, he would always go right back to it.

❝I’m not your doll…❞ He mumbled, burying his head in his knees. ❝I don’t want to be used again tonight, not tonight. Please, no more tonight…❞ He felt alone, so alone.

No one understood. He wanted the comfort, the warmth from another but he never got that after his sessions. He never got the proper after care and he craved it, needed it, wanted it but would never admit it.

He eagerly reaches for one only for his hands to pass right through it. He scowls and immediately tries to flip the plate out of Adam's hand only to fail at that too.

"Real funny, dickhead," he grouses in annoyance.

"BBQ ribs. Here, try one!"

"Fuck yeah, what you got?"

"Hey, hey you, wanna try these? They fucking DELICIOUS." He says as he's not actually there but as a hologram.

He cupped a hand around the side of his head. "What's that Moxx? You want met to turn it up?"

Without waiting for the other to respond he proceeds to amp up the volume to the max it can go.

"Uh sir?" Moxxie came up to Blitz. "That music is kinda loud, don't you think, sir?"

Oh, no way. There was absolutely no way-

A smirk slowly curls across his face showing off sharp teeth before he let's out a gleeful little giggle, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Don't think I didn't notice you avoiding my question there. Striker, are you a-" He cups the side of his mouth as he leans over and loudly whispers the next word, "Virgin?"

@helluvahotpot replied to your post.

blitzø vc, in the most judgey voice: uh, have you ever HAD sex before?? what kind of dumb fuck question is that?!

❝A serious one, Blitzy. You all make it your whole personality.❞

Husk looks Lucifer up and down a moment, eyes lingering on the armful of ducks with a look of slight distaste on his face.

"I'm good," he finally says, only briefly worrying about the consequences of rejecting something from the King of Hell. But ultimately not caring because there was no way in hell he was taking one of those stupid ass ducks.

❝Hey, you! You look like you need a duck friend!❞ Lucifer is holding a handful of his rubber ducks in his arms.

"But Charlie, how are they going to know how to come home if I don't count them..." his words come out slurred and half mumbled as he struggled to keep his eyes open to speak to his daughter.

Something about her tucking him into bed felt wrong, but he was too far gone to really give it much thought. It just felt nice to have someone taking care of him again...

@helluvahotpot ⸻ Drinking starters. / Accepting

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞ lucifer to charlie

Charlie smiled at her drunk father, moving to hold him up. She could smell the alcohol on him, and she slowly moved him up the stairs to go to his room. When she laid him down and he spoke to her, she looked at him in a bit of confusion before it hit her. Usually you counted ‘sheep’ if you couldn’t sleep. She offered him a sympathetic smile.

“ Oh dad, you don’t need to count some sheep tonight, okay? Just close your eyes and try and get some rest. ” She said softly, moving to tuck him in.  

His eyes widened and the relief he'd felt at finally confessing how he felt about the other disappeared in a puff of smoke at Angel's response.

"No- " he started then immediately stopped himself, the word catching in his throat. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he chuckled low in his throat.

He was in love with a dumbass apparently. Though, he should've already known that.

"Hmm, yeah, you're right. It was a stupid thing to say," he finally said, leaning his elbow on the bar and tilting his head to look at Angel, an easy smile on his face.

@helluvahotpot ⸻ Drinking starters. / Accepting

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞ husk to angel dust

Angel Dust was hanging around Husk again, just drinking and chatting. For once in a while Angel had the day off so he was mostly relaxed and chilled out. A glass of something in his hand as he took sips of it. His eyes watching as Husk downed a bottle or maybe it was two. It wasn’t anything new to him, Husk usually drank a lot, so Angel didn’t say anything about it.

When the words came out of Husk’s mouth, Angel just grinned, letting out a soft laugh. “ Well, no shit ya like me. ” He replied, taking it as if Husk really liked him as a friend.  “ I mean I wouldn’t be sitting right here havin’ a drink with ya if ya didn’t like me. ”  

@hazbintales said: ❛  will i ever be good enough?  ❜ (Stolas to Blitzo)

He needed to leave.

Being around Stolas was too hard now. He made Blitzø's skin itch- like it was too tight and he just wanted to scratch it all off til the feeling went away.

Funnily enough the feeling didn't go away as he walked away. In fact it only got worse the closer he got to the door. With every step quick step his agitation grew, the feeling growing and filling his chest til he felt like he couldn't breath.

But he knew.

He knew that if he got far enough away he'd be okay.

Or he could go back to his apartment and pretend to be okay anyway. Same difference, right? As long as no one knew there was a problem, who was to say there even was one, right?

He's so far into his head that he almost doesn't catch Stolas' words said so softly but still echoing so loud in the silence of the room.

He stopped in his tracks, hands convulsively opening and closing with agitation. He slowly turned to look over his shoulder at the other, brows furrowed in consternation.

"What? What are you talking about? Good enough for what?"

Because Stolas couldn't possibly be talking about being good enough for him. That was the stupidest thing he'd ever thought, and he'd had a LOT of stupid ass thoughts before.

He turns around fully, arms spread out in front of him in bewilderment. "What the fuck are you talking about, Stolas??"