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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]

[Sometimes he is absolutely far more cat than he lets on, especially since he's finding far too much amusement in teasing like this, especially while deciding that it's totally worth licking said neck just to prove a point. What point is it? Don't question him, there was a point there somewhere underneath all the purring.]

Yeah? You gonna be part of that group of people that are gonna care and ask if I'm doing okay and checking in on me and shit? [He is absolutely stepping up to this totally obvious challenge, even if it's not that in the slightest.] You trying to tell me you got a soft spot underneath all of it and that you have feelings? Fucking gross and degenerate, how dare you. [... Who says he can't pretend to clutch pearls he doesn't and has never had?]

I'm just some old sinner that ain't about to be redeemed and forever stuck in Hell, I'm just the lowest of the low trash on the trash pile~

[reargunner]

Ugh, feelings? How dare you accuse me of something like that.

[But yes, maybe he does, and maybe he does care, which is why he has this idiot demon sat on his lap and stuck against his neck like a massive house cat.

He wraps both arms around Husk and rolls them both, flipping him onto his back and leaning over him.]

You're not in Hell right now. Or didn't you notice?