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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[bartenderbitch]

[Good thing he's been a human before so he doesn't act entirely on the instincts given to him in Hell, even if they've done him a world of good from time to time.

What he doesn't expect is that nose kiss and the praise. For the longest moment he just looks entirely confused with a little "mrrp" noise, eyes wide. Until the praise sinks in properly and he just seems to melt into the touch with a light purr.

Evidently it doesn't take much.]

[reargunner]

[Evidently, and probably far more than Alastor ever gave him. He can't help but smirk a little at the response he gets.]

Feeling better already, huh?

[The initial jumpiness was to be expected. How he reacts when Cain starts to really push his limits will be the real test.]

[bartenderbitch]

[The smirk and the commentary gets a soft little huff out of him, tail slapping at the bed which is far better than the swatting it was doing earlier.]

Don't get cocky. [He absolutely should get cocky that it was that simple to get him to feel better about the collar, but he does enjoy that he used this method to get him through it than anything else.]

But I am, yes.

[reargunner]

[That he's talking like that is good, he thinks. It means he's still here and makes Cain less concerned. This is really the lowest rung, but that's going to be the most important.]

Ready to take it up a notch?

[Just a notch. He's not going full dominant in the situation yet, but that doesn't mean he can't push.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Considering he's talking and actually a puddle of cat is a great sign, yes. It's the most important and he's quite interested to see if everything else goes this well or... what.]

I think so.

[Hopefully he really is, but he'll see.]

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[weirdnecro]

[She has a bottle in her hand, empty currently, but it's finished, finally. She stands outside of his door, but rather then knock...she calls.]

Bellissimo? You home? I got the goods for you, at last~

[bartenderbitch]

[Girlllll, why you gotta ask like that? He rolls his eyes as he looks at the video, only to go and open the door instead. Luckily (unluckily????) for her that he's seeming extremely casual in just a pair of lounge pants and are those... glasses? Those are sure some old-time reader glasses.]

You coulda just knocked. Come on in.

[weirdnecro]

[She had to because reasons. She grins at him, taking in the sight of reading glasses with a widening smile. Oh...possibilities.]

I didn't know you were home, so to speak.

[She came in, tucking her communicator away, even as she moved to close the door behind her.]

But! I finished your bottle. So, if you got some time, we can go over that. Or if you're feeling cold...we can cuddle and talk.

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh no, he knows to be slightly afraid of widening smiles from people like her she's not the first nor will she be the last who's like this but, for now, he's not going to question it.]

Coulda just knocked, ain't like I keep my door locked if I'm in here and not busy with something else. [Though he moves to go perch on the edge of the bed, she... might notice that things are a little different with things that are clearly not his, but that's not exactly unexpected.]

We could. [To which? Yes. He's keeping himself a little vague on purpose, though that tail swaying probably gives him away.] Unfortunately I'm here by myself for quite some time as everyone else seems busy, so it would just be practical, hm?~

[weirdnecro]

Yes, but I also respect your privacy. Just because it's unlocked, doesn't mean I should come in.

[Funny how she is with respecting his space and all? Even if she's enjoying the sight of reader glasses. She does notice there are a few things that aren't his but...she's not surprised. She supposed Angel had been moving some things in, so they were half in each others cabins.

Or someone else.

Still, she snorts a laugh, and slings right on over, moving to slide herself onto his thighs.]

But this is just clearly very, utterly practical. You gotta lay down for me so I can be on top of you? More touching, the warmer we are~

[She's not actually thirsty at the moment. She really just wants contact, because his fur is very soft.]

[bartenderbitch]

And I'm telling you that if it's unlocked, you're free to come in. If I wanted privacy, I'd lock it. [Simple enough and for next time she gets the urge to come and bother him. And she... would not be incorrect about that assumption considering a lot of the items are things that would fit Angel way more than anyone else.

How is he supposed to say no to that when his tail is loosely wrapping around her waist and a small grin plays on his lips.]

Of course, how silly of me. [She might not be thirsty at the moment, but he wouldn't be surprised or bothered if she was or turned out that way. Especially while he's not taking any time at all to flop onto his back and just casually drag her with him with a low rumbling purr crawling into his chest. Luckily she caught him not long after a shower so he's also a clean cat on top of all the soft.]

[weirdnecro]

All right, all right. I understand.

[She offered a gentle huff, smiling. But that was good for her to know. She'd just walk in next time she was in the area.

But oh, that tail felt nice and cozy, and the embrace even more so. She offered a happy hum, enjoying the casual drag and took a few moments to bury her face in his fur and breathe in.]

Mmm. Whatever you use, it smells nice.

[She nuzzled him, taking a few moments to just enjoy contact with Husk. Maybe it was less thirsty and more sappy but also: giant cat. Soft surface. Very nice.]-

[bartenderbitch]

[The compliment actually earns her a light laugh, of all the things she's complimenting it's how he smells? He'll take it, but it's funny to him.]

Nothin' all that special, might be the lavender and cedar soaks from the long bath the other night, though. [It... probably was, the more he thought about it, since it wasn't as if he used much of a scented anything on his fur otherwise.

One of the bonuses of stepping up his game, isn't it? But he doesn't seem bothered, especially with the continuous bit of purring and holding her close. He doesn't mind the warmth and if she wants to be ridiculous and nuzzle into his fur, he wasn't going to stop her. Not yet, anyway.]

Guess this cold shit wasn't that bad, huh?

[weirdnecro]

[What can she say? He smells nice and feels soft! It's nice having clean cat fur against her face.]

Oh, that's what it is. It is really nice.

[She nuzzled his chest, offering a happy little sigh. Very nice. But as for the cold stuff...]

Oh, for the most part I pretty much hated it. Relying on strangers? Not fun.

[She moved up, moving to nuzzle his throat. Throat fur was so soft. Also where the rumbles were at.]

But it was easier, now that I can turn into a cat. Florian is such a blessing.

[bartenderbitch]

[Luckily he doesn't have issues with water like an actual cat might and he's grateful for that particular fact! Since he... would have had some horrendous nights in the past if that were the case.]

Thanks. Ain't my normal, but special occasions. [Is he going to elaborate? Of course not, it's not important unless she wants to prod at him about it all.]

Mm... I can imagine. I didn't have to deal with it that much, luckily. [He'd quickly encouraged someone to pretty much move in at least during everything, because he was not about to suffer through that nonsense with strangers if he didn't need to. He shifts to tilt his head up to give her more throat to nuzzle into, ears flicking forward a little.]

Is that why I was suddenly seeing more cats wandering around the place? I thought maybe I'd just got senile and forgotten how many were here.

[weirdnecro]

[Yeah that would have been...terrible for Husk, and she would have come up with a charm so that he could feel all right, or at least be water proof. Because she cared for him. In her own way.]

Special huh.

[She's curious but she doesn't prod more than that. But she made a soft noise.]

Mmhmm. Thankfully, there is someone I live with, so we sleep- or I sleep- pretty well at night. It's trying to do the lunch shift and other stuff that makes it a nightmare.

[She made a soft noise, moving to nuzzle his throat, rubbing her nose and kissing his throat. This was nice. Warm.]

But yes it is. Some are just shapeshifters. I don't know if there's any other housecat bracelets around here. Mmm.

[bartenderbitch]

[In her own, very strange way, but it's not as if everyone he has some interest or care about isn't weird in some way. He just seems to attract that type, really.]

Mhmm. Gave someone a... bit of a special gift, figured a nice pampering bath was also a nice addition to it. [He's pretty certain he doesn't even have to name names for her to know exactly who it is, it's not as if he's made any secret about it. Nor does he find it much of a secret, either.]

... Yeah, I can understand that. Luckily with the lounge you can find ways to "accidentally" touch someone without it getting weird and get through it all. [Says the man that also leaves the lounge door open so the people he does like can easily get in. But that's beside the point, right? Of course.] Evidently I'm not at a... lack of people willing to be in contact with me. [Case in point, this ridiculous woman flopped on him and nuzzling into his throat. A soft sigh of his own comes with the little kiss, this is... nice? Soft? Not bad.]

Good, ain't keen on losing my mind just yet. Not while I got so much more of an afterlife to live, evidently.

[weirdnecro]

Well, that was nice of you.

[Sounded like he and Angel had a great time! Especially with the pampering. So she thinks it's nice, and even cute. It's different from what they have between them. Which is mostly...they're cool, more or less.]

We had to take too chilled breaks. All of us, being awkward as hell about contact and hating it. Maybe I should come into the lounge though.

[She made a soft noise, kissing his throat again, nuzzling him again, and her free hand moved to rub against his side.]

No losing your mind. And no losing people who want to contact you, one way or another. Like me.

[She smiled against his fur. She thought it was funny how he didn't get it.]

But I can at least enable you in getting you drunk, if you're still interested.

[reargunner]

Okay.

[Still with his fingers hooked under the collar he moves himself up onto his knees, using the angle to pull Husk's head up and force him to look at him. It's only a small thing, sure, but a visible shift in dynamic that might easily set him off.]

[xangel]

hey i know you're in the middle of shit but people do not use the ship's magic bullshit to their advantage enough. not gonna tell a gambler how to cheat, but magic barriers, curses, loud annoying songs that play whenever someone tries to breach a barrier. there are ways to keep people apart without starting more fights. i turned my inmate into a kitten the other week. just advice whenever the other warden comes whining at you that the kids aren't playing nice.

[bartenderbitch]

[Goddammit, who the fuck is messaging him while he's dealing with the beginning of a hangover???

... Oh, okay, actually he's not mad at this one.]

Starting to think that's not a bad idea at this point since it ain't like it's not public knowledge of where myself or Angel stay at this point. I'm not worried if I have to get into a fight with someone, but might as well deal with that shit before I have to go sharpening my metaphorical claws expecting someone to cause a fucking scene.

By the way, I'm sure you already know this: no, he didn't take any of that shit well and I'm dealing with it, but put the kids gloves on with him for a little while if you need to.

[xangel]

i will exercise nuggsy and not bitch about my stolen makeup. promise. but. think about it. bitchcakes talks to him and she starts singing operetta. turns invisible. can only speak pig latin. no claws needed if you make an egomaniac look like an idiot before they get started.

[bartenderbitch]

Appreciate it. Also don't knock on the door for a bit because I'm pretty sure the both of us are going to die at the slightest sound right about now.

Mmm. I do like the making her look like a fucking fool part of it all, maybe see how much the Admiral might bitch at me if I try to impose that shit at the lounge, too. 'Cause I ain't in the mood to hear about that kind of bitching while I'm working.

[xangel]

he did give us the cat gun for the gym. so long as you don't abuse it and are breaking up actual problems? sounds like someone might need to find themselves singing and dancing.

Regarding the pole

[madaboutit]

You're the warden that runs the lounge, right?

[They've gone through a good number of them in Sweeney's tenure, and now that he runs the Speakeasy, he doesn't spend much time in the Lounge, so he wants to double-check before making his offer.]