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What the shit?? -- The hug takes him.. off guard to say the least. And while most of the hotel was in their Kumbaya era; Husk had kept his distance. Kept his head down, and kept quiet.

"I uh.." There's a million things the cat could say. Though he settles on a low- "Thanks, Kid." Sincere, and yet still a million miles away as large paws return the comforting gesture around her small shoulders. But holy shit.. the way his chest exploded the moment Vaggi's arms wrapped around him. -- This place was making him a big softy, fucking hell...

"Satan, yeh' hot. Yeh' so fuckin' hot. Yeh'...yeh' so hot. Did ah' mention yeh' hot? Why are yeh' sendin' me this instead of bein' in my bed?!" He's so fucking lucky. His eyes are just giant hearts at this point.

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"Thought yeh' hated water~" Angel teased, as soon as he had stumbled upon Husk taking a bath. He figured it made sense though. Despite a hatred of water, they all had to get clean, didn't they? And he knew that Husk hated his feline tendencies, so he knew that cleaning himself the way that a regular cat would was probably not high on the list of ways to do it.

That was neither here nor there though, Angel simply feeling like he had walked in on a prize in seeing his boyfriend. Angel Dust wasn't even going to ask, knowing what the answer would be anyways, so he started to undo his bow tie, tossing it aside as he moved closer to the bath tub. Each new step shed another layer of clothing, until Angel was standing practically buck naked in front of the bath.

Other than his boots. It was only then that he tensed, the confidence he always exuded melting slightly away. He had been in bed with Husk plenty of times, but he had never bathed with him. Showered with him. Because Angel hated anyone seeing his feet, and these boots were certainly not water-proof. Lower hands wrung nervously at each other, as if thinking of what he should do.

Well, Husk had seen through that ruse faster than melting ice in summer! Vox chuckled a tense little chuckle, and flicked his eyes side to side... before returning his attention to the glass that he had pinned between his sharp-tipped fingers.

"... Yeah," he said, quietly.

Maybe he should've just been upfront. It wasn't like the two of them were on bad terms, and Husk seemed more than ready to spill the tea— 'smiley fuck' could only mean one thing. One person.

Alastor.

"I just thought you were smarter than that, that's all," remarked Vox with a shrug.

He shut his eyes, tipped his head back, and took a gulp of his drink.

It seemed to him that Husk had been struggling to stay afloat for a while now. This was the natural progression of things, if a sinner's ambitions got out of control; they continued to amass power, continued to fly closer and closer to the sun... and then their wings caught fire and melted, and they fell. Hard.

Accustomed to it as Vox was, witnessing the fall of another Overlord was never easy.

It shook everything up. it ruined his perception of who was his 'peer' and who wasn't. It split their toxic little Overlord 'friend group' right down the middle, and left an uncomfortable, empty seat at the table. The meetings were always tense for weeks after the fact— everyone was rattled, save for the soul who had come out on top. Alastor's reputation for toppling Overlords wasn't unheard of, of course. The guy was famous for it.

This method, however, was new.

There was no broadcast. Husk was still alive and intact, and was seemingly free to do as he pleased. Alastor was nowhere in sight, after all. Vox would have gone straight to the Radio Demon himself with his questions, but things had been tense between the two of them lately. Why not hear the victim out for once?

It would sell, he was thinking. Vox could see the headlines now: 'Ex Overlord Caught Shooting Whiskey, Here's What He Had To Say...'

Vox set his glass down, hummed a little, and leaned in.

"Sooo... Husker! How'd it happen?"

And then he smiled, but not too much. Didn't want to piss him off.

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As an Overlord, it wasn't completely unheard of for leaders of various regions to meet after an extermination in Hell. Normally, when Rosie traveled, she wore her usual black and red dress.

However, seeing as she was going to a building that required a certain status to enter, Rosie made sure she dressed accordingly so that she could blend in. Entering the casino, she handed her black coat to an imp that welcomed guests as she made her way to Husk's table. Donning a black silk form fitting dress that had her cleavage teased between laces and sleeves resting about two inches below her shoulders, the cannibal Overlord was dressed as eye candy.

She held a red floral fan in her left hand, offering her fellow Overlord a toothy grin.

"Good evening, darling. Aside from the recent extermination, how has your evening been thus far?"

Rosie is openly smitten with Husk but keeps PDA at a minimal for his personal comfort.

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"Husk darling! My, it has been such a long time since we've chatted, hm? Ah, but to hear from you with a compliment in return certainly warms my black heart. Thank you for your brilliantly honest thoughts."

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Angel sighed, knowing that anything he said wasn't going to matter in the end. He understood why Husk was protective, but that didn't stop the guilt that creeped into his stomach knowing that he was hurting his partner by being put in these positions. Not that Angel had much choice. As he had once cried to Husk, it wasn't like he asked for any of this. He certainly hadn't asked to be abused constantly by a man he had once thought loved him.

Which only made him feel all the more guilty, eyes turned down, looking at Fat Nuggets who was curled up in concern in his momma's lap. A hand moved to scratch behind one ear of the hellpig, shaking his head as little as he could with the position Husk's huge paws were in. Those damn things basically consumed his whole face. Under normal circumstances, he would have found it incredibly hot.

One of his free hands moved up to rest over the one supporting his head, eyes finally looking up to meet gold. Slightly scared of the disappointment he might see there. "Ah' ain't neva' said yeh' couldn't be upset about it. Ah' just don't think there's a point in yeh' worryin' when yeh' know it's gonna happen." He frowned, squeezing the older's paw, shrugging his shoulders and looking up towards the ceiling of his room.