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Gregg made me do this. But he's my bug, and he clearly sees something amazing in me that I can't seem to, so... I guess I can do this. You can talk to me. I'm still trying to break through and not cringe at myself whenever I catch a glimpse in a mirror, but, uh... it's a work in progress. I don't, uh... talk much. But I'm uh... here. Yeah. (Semi-selective Angus RP Blog. Friendly Mun/Multiverse and Crossover friendly. Sideblog that can't follow back.)

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Angus still didn’t have a hard grasp on why Gregg seemed to adore his body so much, but he wouldn’t argue against the affection. He couldn’t think of anyone else who adored his over-endowed body as much as Gregg. That just made him feel all the luckier that Gregg was the one who he held in his arms. That Gregg was the one whose affections he was peppered in.

Angus had never been confident in himself. Even when he had been a slightly skinnier teenager in highschool. It wasn’t until he had moved out and started earning money himself that he’d discovered the glory that was food. Then his body had really started to get plumped up. Angus knew how most people felt about people his size, and it did manage to put him down in the dumps a lot. But Gregg thought differently. Angus had never been sure if Gregg truly felt that his large body was as exquisite as he proclaimed, or if he was just being nice.

And his body caused some back trouble, too. As had been previously put on display. All the consequence of letting himself indulge in the glory that was food. But if Gregg loved it, perhaps, and just perhaps, Angus could someday see what his beautiful boyfriend seemed to always see. He could only hope.

Angus snickers softly at Gregg’s proclamation of his favourite meat. Chicken always seemed to get his boyfriend going, and Angus was more than happy to prepare it for him. Seeing Gregg happy made Angus happy; simple as that.

“Alright. Works for, uh, me.” Angus chuckles gently, dishing out the chicken onto the plates. He always ended up with the bigger amount, but that wasn’t exactly a surprise. Angus was a big-eater, and being starved only made him crave even more food. His belly was a black hole sometimes. You could keep feeding and feeding it, but it would never be satisfied. Angus was a bit ashamed of that fact, but he just couldn’t resist food. He got a taste of it years ago, and he hadn’t looked back. All the fat that encompassed his frame now was his fault, and his alone.

But who could resist tender, delectable chicken!? Honestly!

Thinking about it just made him hungrier, and his stomach grumbled lowly in anticipation. Like a hungry predator sneaking up behind unsuspecting prey. Another growl in anticipation. No more waiting! Angus began towards the living room, plates in tow, while calling back to Gregg. “Come on then, this chicken isn’t gonna stay uh, nice and toasty forever!“

Gregg smiles softly as Angus accepts his offer and wags his tail again, watching the food get dished out and smirking at the portions, a slight pink tinge running over his face as often happened in the bear’s presence. “Aww yeah! Food time!” He purrs excitedly, letting out a gentle little snicker to go along with Angus’ own jubilant vocalization. “Guess I did sorta keep you waiting quite a while, huh, Cap’n?” The canid playfully teases, giving the bear’s side a gentle nudge as he moves towards the living room.

“Heh, it’ll cool down sure, but that stuff’d remain incredible for at least a couple days with your magic cooking skills having made them~” Gregg feels his smile stretch wider as he chases after the bear, immediately clinging to his side and salivating at how close the food was to being eaten. His favourite meat in one of his favourite preparations, in one of his favourite parts of their apartment, with his absolute favourite person in the world. Could he ask for a more perfect night?

He rushes over to the couch as they enter the room and waits impatiently at his usual seat, tail thrashing against the couch cushions on either side as he waits for Angus to get there beside him with the food. “C’mooon cap! Let’s eat and snuggle alreadyyyy!”

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Angus gives a light chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed. He gives a few hesitant, delicate pats to his noisy tummy, giving a soft little smile. “I suppose you, uh, did. But I don’t mind...!” Angus presses his lips softly against Gregg’s forehead. “Dinner’s not the same without you, uh, anyway. I don’t mind waiting, especially if it’s, uh, for you.” He pulls away, giving a soft smile. His heart fluttered in his chest. He was speaking nothing short of the truth. Without Gregg, things always felt so... lonely. Empty.

Gregg truly was Angus’ missing piece. They completed each other, and that was no secret. No matter the bigotry they faced, Angus would face it with his hand clasping Gregg’s. While those words stung, Gregg always made them easier to face. Gregg’s sweet nothings and the passionate affections he gave always kept Angus afloat against the little town that so despised them. Kept him from plummeting into the darkness that were the words they spat at him. And soon, hopefully, they’d be so far away from all those bigoted voices that Angus could even forget they ever existed.

All he needed was Gregg, and the adorable, lovable little dork he was.

Angus snickered softly at the compliment, unable the suppress the reddish tinge that fell upon his face. His smile grew wider, and his heart soared. If there was one thing that made him feel even better than cooking, it was people who enjoyed his cooking. And Gregg was the number one fan. The bear stepped over, closer to his boyfriend, planting another, firmer kiss on that cute nose of his. “I don’t know about, uh, any magic, but I’m glad you think so, bug. You know I always love cooking for you.” Another, gentler kiss on the head, before Angus began to depart towards the livingroom.

His body was growing impatient; especially with the aroma of chicken mere inches from his face. His nose being buffeted by the scent, and his mouth beginning to salivate. Another low grumble came from his tummy, and he gives a bit of a small, sheepish chuckle. His body sure was being vocal today! He hoped it wasn’t bothering Gregg too much.

Oh well, as soon as he ate some food, the rumbling would stop. And he only became more and more excited at the thought of a nice, warm cuddle session with his boyfriend. One hand holding slabs of deliciously cooked meat, and the other around his “adorkable” boyfriend. Tonight couldn’t get any better!

Angus lightly chuckles as Gregg darts away from him to the couch, making a slower trek after him. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Sorry, I’m uh, slower than you.” He keeps a light expression and tone, making his way over and plopping down next to his smaller companion. He places his plate down on the coffee table for a moment, before grabbing the remote and putting the TV on. He doubted there would be anything good on, but sometimes the background noise was... reassuring, in a way. So he left the TV on whatever channel it had popped to life with first, snatching his plate back into one of his hands and leaning back into the couch.

His other arm, in the meantime, snuck around his boyfriend’s smaller frame and gently rested on Gregg’s waist. He held him close to himself, while his other hand guided a chicken strip to his mouth. As soon as it was close enough, his maw took a big, rather ravenous, bite. He chewed the deliciousness for as long as the taste would linger, before swallowing down with a big gulp. He flinched a little, realizing how ravenous he probably appeared from the way he was eating. So, after a quick peck to Gregg’s forehead, he began to eat a little more calmly. His hand gently ran up and down Gregg’s side mindlessly, as he stared into the abyss that was the TV screen. Despite his eyes being dead-set on it, he wasn’t paying any attention to whatever it was blabbering about.

Instead, he was letting himself relax. Good food, an amazing boyfriend... this night was perfect. Angus felt calm. Tranquil, even. He gently pulled Gregg a little closer, letting their bodies snuggle up against one another. Gregg was warm. He always seemed to be. Angus couldn’t help but peer at Gregg every few seconds, just adoring his handsome boyfriend in silence. He was in pure and utter bliss, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He gently pecks Gregg’s ear, asking in a soft voice.

“So, uh, how are they?”

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He gives a soft chuckle. “That’s fair.” Gregg always spoke in such a silly, childish manner, but it was always the most romantic thing to hit Angus’ ears. The sweetest notes of only the finest tunes are what his boyfriend would sing. Angus gives a soft, growl-purr and lets it ripple in his throat as he continues to pepper his boyfriend with only the most passionate of kisses. Every crevice of his boyfriend’s body was dappled with smooches. No part of Gregg could hide from Angus’ onslaught of loving pecks; he had to kiss all of him!

He can tell how affected Gregg is, and all he can do is smile. Every word he uttered was brimming with truth. Angus knew what Gregg was like; they’d been together so long he practically knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand. But Angus really couldn’t be any prouder of his boyfriend. Even if his paychecks weren’t as full as they could be, he could see the effort that his boyfriend put forth to keep at it and get the two of them one step closer to an actual future. Angus admired it. He was proud of his little boyfriend.

There was so much he loved about Gregg; and his body definitely ranked high on the list. That broad chest, those wide shoulders, that slim physique… damn, Gregg was hot. He was feeling pretty frisky now. He wasn’t one for feeling playful, let alone so frisky and lust-driven, but Gregg brought out this side of him. He wanted to feel every inch of Gregg’s luscious body, taste those succulent lips… he wanted Gregg. He was completely shrouded in lust, and he loved every moment of it.

His bear tail only continues to beat against the cushions harder as those claws trail down his body. He was eager and ready.

But he had realized a few moments later, after the oven went off and their session had come to a screeching halt, that he was starved. He probably wouldn’t have the energy to really give Gregg his all, so he’d have to save their session for bedtime. Store it away until after dinner.

But once he had eaten? Gregg had better watch out. Angus was going to be allllll over that. They didn’t have enough alone time, so being able to really show his love was the absolute best. Especially when there weren’t any other eyes or ears around to snoop in on the things he’d say and do to Gregg once they were cuddled in bed. His tail only wriggles harder in anticipation, before slowly coming to a stop as he catches up to his breath.

Time to relax. Time to calm down. Time for food.

His body didn’t typically have to remind him to feed it, but when it did, it was pretty obnoxious about it. Angus’ face remains flushed, even as Gregg seemingly tries to console his starved belly. That was precious. Angus can’t help but give a bit of a light snicker as Gregg murmurs softly to his belly of all things. Gregg truly was a gift. The smooch was delightful as always, of course, and his belly seemed to appreciate it too. It had finally calmed down enough to stop screaming about how hungry it was, letting Angus relax a little and let the red on his face die out some.

Angus smirks softly at Gregg’s proclamation, before letting it falter slightly as he watches what Gregg does. What was he doing?

Then those words hit his ears. Dear lord, that was hot!

A tingle shoots up Angus’ spine at that word, making him shudder excitedly. He smirked even wider, before letting it turn back into a lighter smile as his boyfriend bounces off and away with all that energy he somehow mustered up. Angus had no idea where he got it all from, but it just made Gregg all the more adorable and pleasant. Angus pined to have the sort of energy that his boyfriend did. But work always drained him dry; left him exhausted and sore. Sigh. Oh well. He could dream.

Maybe getting out of this town would help him find some more energy. He could always hope for a brighter future, somewhere far away from this town.

Angus manages to sit up, his back condition definitely having improved, and rises to follow his bouncy boyfriend to the kitchen. The scent of chicken strips practically lifted him up, pulling him in as he drifted along the scent’s trail. He reaches the kitchen and grabs some oven mitts off the stove top, before prying the oven open and reaching in, gathering the chicken strips that were primed for their consumption. He gently places the tray on the stove top, before pulling the oven mitts off and casting them aside onto a counter.

He goes and grabs two plates out of the pantry, as well as some condiments for their chicken strips from the fridge. Couldn’t forget those. Chicken strips were good when sided with a good condiment, like ketchup. But you could always eat them plain too; a condiment was just an extra bonus if you so desired it. “Do you wanna eat in the living room today, bug?” Angus asks, peering over at his boyfriend with a soft smile. “It’s not like, a big meal, or anything. And it’s already kinda late. We can just… lay on the couch and watch some TV, or something, while we eat. How does that, uh, sound to you?”

That single declaration of pride was probably gonna stick with Gregg for quite a while. Maybe Angus will see just what he’d done next month? If Gregg’s intentions could keep going from this, which he’d assumed they would. Angus being proud of Gregg did something to the fox, something positive that gave him a strong sense of dedication he just had to follow. That would show in any task the canid would set for himself or be asked to do.

As he pulls himself out of his own daze, he sees the bear staring at his body. He grins upon noticing that Angus was checking him out again. Gregg personally didn’t think of himself as anything incredible, he felt attractive by normal standards sure but, maybe he just couldn’t see himself as much beyond that as his view of an attractive body was resting right below him. He felt weird about that, because no-one else he’d ever known really displayed the same thoughts as he did, or not to his knowledge anyway. The closest he was aware of were people just, being tolerant and not offensive about Angus’ size. He sometimes questioned whether or not Angus realized how he felt, or if he maybe just assumed Gregg was being nice about it to be nice.

Maybe he could try to figure that out some time in the future, try to sneakily ask about it… somehow? Maybe. For now he could just watch Angus’ lusty expression and smile, it was kinda interesting how well Angus could hide this part of him. The gentle, soft-spoken, mild-mannered bear everyone knew was secretly quite different in the comfort of his own, private space with Gregg. And he couldn’t help but snicker with how the bear shivered at his intentionally low tone. Glad he caught that before bolting into the kitchen, woulda sucked to have missed that!

The fox impatiently waits in the kitchen, his tail wagging against the table leg furiously as he looks at the doorway, waiting for the big brown bear he’d given his heart to. When he does enter the room, Gregg immediately picks up on his posture. Angus wasn’t like, hunching over or anything, and he didn’t look to be in much if any pain… nice! His back massage seemed to have helped him quite a bit, which makes Gregg fairly happy, as evidenced by his smiling face.

“Chiiiickeeeeeen!!!” He yells as the bear prepares the plates. Those delicious pieces of fried, breaded meat were so close to being eaten he could already taste them! Or, that was probably the scent of them in his mouth and nose. His head tilts somewhat at the proposition, a look of pondering crossing over his face for a few seconds. “Weeee could totally just cuddle on the couch and watch TV to be honest! Like, i’ll try not to get ketchup on the carpet or anything!” He responds eagerly. He was so excited about the chicken, and getting to spend more quality time with Angus.

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Angus still didn’t have a hard grasp on why Gregg seemed to adore his body so much, but he wouldn’t argue against the affection. He couldn’t think of anyone else who adored his over-endowed body as much as Gregg. That just made him feel all the luckier that Gregg was the one who he held in his arms. That Gregg was the one whose affections he was peppered in.

Angus had never been confident in himself. Even when he had been a slightly skinnier teenager in highschool. It wasn’t until he had moved out and started earning money himself that he’d discovered the glory that was food. Then his body had really started to get plumped up. Angus knew how most people felt about people his size, and it did manage to put him down in the dumps a lot. But Gregg thought differently. Angus had never been sure if Gregg truly felt that his large body was as exquisite as he proclaimed, or if he was just being nice.

And his body caused some back trouble, too. As had been previously put on display. All the consequence of letting himself indulge in the glory that was food. But if Gregg loved it, perhaps, and just perhaps, Angus could someday see what his beautiful boyfriend seemed to always see. He could only hope.

Angus snickers softly at Gregg’s proclamation of his favourite meat. Chicken always seemed to get his boyfriend going, and Angus was more than happy to prepare it for him. Seeing Gregg happy made Angus happy; simple as that.

“Alright. Works for, uh, me.” Angus chuckles gently, dishing out the chicken onto the plates. He always ended up with the bigger amount, but that wasn’t exactly a surprise. Angus was a big-eater, and being starved only made him crave even more food. His belly was a black hole sometimes. You could keep feeding and feeding it, but it would never be satisfied. Angus was a bit ashamed of that fact, but he just couldn’t resist food. He got a taste of it years ago, and he hadn’t looked back. All the fat that encompassed his frame now was his fault, and his alone.

But who could resist tender, delectable chicken!? Honestly!

Thinking about it just made him hungrier, and his stomach grumbled lowly in anticipation. Like a hungry predator sneaking up behind unsuspecting prey. Another growl in anticipation. No more waiting! Angus began towards the living room, plates in tow, while calling back to Gregg. “Come on then, this chicken isn’t gonna stay uh, nice and toasty forever!“

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His heart skipped a beat in that moment. Possibly even several. It fluttered like a moth; trapped within the cage that was his buffed chest. He’d never felt so adored in his life. The proclamation that his boyfriend made may have sounded silly to some, but to him? It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Nobody had ever loved him this much. No… he’d never felt love before he met this dorky little fox. With those cheesy, yet romantic, one-liners, those adorable eyes and that banging body. Oh, and of course that dorky grin that made Angus smile just at a glance.

Angus is grinning like a dork now, ears perked and his cheeks tinged with a ragged, pale red. He leans up and smooches that adorable nose. “You are my universe, Gregg.” He smiles softly, almost eagerly. “The only thing I’ll, like, ever need. I don’t want anything to uh, ever change. I love you with every part of me. Life won’t go on unless you’re here with me.” He was good at being cheesy too, sometimes, but he meant every word he uttered. There was no one else on this world that could ever come between them. There was no one Angus would ever let get this close. Gregg was his; and he was allll Gregg’s. And nothing would ever be better than this.

He gives a bit of a soft, eager snicker at that wink, proceeding to absolutely cover his boyfriend in smooches. He had to love every part of the smaller fox; he couldn’t leave a single part without a kiss. He was perfection to Angus. And the fact that Angus could hold this affection, let alone smooch it all over, was absolutely breathtaking.

“You already are the best, Gregg. You don’t have to try that hard.” Angus remarks softly, pressing another kiss onto that sheen, adorable black nose, just resting on the end of Gregg’s snout and demanding Angus’ lips to greet it. “I know, and I, uh, couldn’t be happier. Like, I’m super proud of you.” Angus gently presses his nose against Gregg’s, giving a soft, warm smile. “I know, uh, being grown up is hard, but you’re like, doing it. And that’s incredible. I couldn’t be uh, prouder of you.”

But the sweetness had already begun to burn away; leaving behind only lust and desire. Angus had a newfound craving; that being for his boyfriend’s luscious body.

He shudders as those claws graze his fur. He was just getting more and more revved up by the moment. God, he just wanted to take Gregg, here and now! He needed to feel him, he needed to straighten out that Gregg was his. And his alone! 

Those claws trail down his body, and Angus can already tell where they’re headed. And he welcomes it. He was too busy hungrily grasping at Gregg’s lips with his own to bother, anyway. Gregg was free to do with him what he wished. He was the only person who Angus could truly feel vulnerable to; even in their best moments. Things were getting heated, and Angus was only getting more excited. He wanted to see if Gregg would take him.

He lets out a breathy gasp, before giving a low, hungry, lustful growl. The breather doesn’t need to last long, as Angus is ready to continue their passionate battle of the tongues. He continues to kiss and embrace Gregg, his stubby bear tail wraggling as things continued to heat up. He wanted this so badly. He could almost forget that he was practically starved and just go at it, here and now.

But the oven seemed to know what was about to ensue, and demanded it stop with a satisfying ding. Angus pants a little, giving a light wheeze as Gregg pulls away and he flops back onto the couch. Damn. That had gotten intense, like, super fast. He gives a few little pants, just trying to regain both the air he lost and his composure. 

“Eh heh… For sure.” He gives a soft chuckle. “That, uh… wow, that got intense. Like, really quick.” Angus pants for a few moments more, before relaxing and settling. “Uh, we should probably go eat now.” Angus murmurs softly, his belly giving a sudden, very loud growl. “Oh jeez…” The bear’s face flushed immensely red at that, giving his belly a few, light pats. His belly was all for eating right about now. It was tired of being ignored and shoved aside. It wanted food, and it wanted it now!

“Uh, yeah, we should eat now.” Angus sits up a little, but leans up to peck his boyfriend’s lips quickly. “You should, uh, totally do that to me again, though. Tonight. In bed.” He gives a bit of a smirk, before going to get up. His back was a little achy still, but most of the pain had been warded off by those beautiful hands of his boyfriend’s. They must’ve been magical.

He gets up off the couch and heads for the kitchen. “Well, come on then. Chicken strips, like, await us.”

Theeeere it is, that amazing ursine smile of his! The expression that told him that Gregg had just said something incredibly profound and positive that had caused Angus to feel the happiest he probably could. That blush couldn’t hide that he was taking it all to heart too and feeling the love Gregg intended to show, and of course the fox couldn’t not notice Angus’ ears doing the perky pointy thing that he absolutely adored seeing them do. The times that happened were often few and far between, but that only made Gregg love the occurence even more when they did do it.

He squeaks softly at the kiss, though isn’t surprised by it in the slightest. After saying something like that, it was pretty much expected that Angus would give him some form of affection. Kisses were easy to do and were inately one of the most meaningful actions one could use to express love, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t use that ease to his advantage. And then came Angus’ own cheesy, touching rebuttal. Gregg liked that a lot. Angus made him feel like he mattered, like he was worth something. Angus alone justified Gregg’s presence in this world and reminded him that he had a reason to exist. Something he had often questioned in his younger years leading up to high school. He honestly could not be happier with this bear, barring the obvious move of getting into a less toxic environment and finally tying the knot with him some day.

“Oh don’t worry about that, cap’n. I have like, no intention of ever leaving your cute ass behind~ I mean, we already established the concept of neither of us deeming life worthy without each other!” He replies, chuckling lightly at yet another barrage of love and affection is rained down upon him. Angus was always such an overly affectionate goof, but Gregg loved that about him. The guy had like, sixteen years of love pent up inside of him that he’d been slowly releasing over the last five due to finally having an outlet, so Gregg didn’t mind that he was the one who had to take the brunt of this love. It was a sacrifice he was willing to take for the world, lest it get split in two by the sheer amount of love Angus had to give… somehow. Gregg was good with imagining analogies that made no metaphysical or metaphorical sense, that’s what a weird imagination like his did to people.

No amount of preperation could’ve steeled Gregg’s mind to the next statement though. Whether he knew it or not, Angus was going straight for the strongest part of Gregg’s anxieties with a sharp arrow of positivity. Resting in the bow, pulling back aaaand… shot, right into his heart, flooding the fox with appreciation and happiness. Everything he did was for Angus, most of the time, and hearing those words in any combination… They meant everything to this little vulpine. ‘I’m proud of you’ was such a strong message to Gregg, because no-one ever appreciated him enough to say it after he got to about the age of six. After that, proud was never stated around him, it felt. But now he had Angus. Someone who said he was proud of Gregg at least once every couple of days. It was like, a piece of his life finally made some sense? A broken shard of his psyche was beginning to fuse itself to the mainframe of his mind and it was going seamlessly. Being with Angus made Gregg feel whole. Or at least, a little more whole with every instance something like this happened.

Gregg often started tearing up whenever he felt this way, because it was just such a powerful impact on the little guy that he usually couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by emotion. But this time was a little different, probably because of their current dress situation, the more passionate kisses and the fact Gregg was already running his claws down his boyfriend’s plush body. It was clear to see how much Angus was being affected by this action and Gregg could do no more than nudge away the positivity to return later and continue messing with the guy he’d decided to spend his life with. 

Oh my, that growl~ Someone was feeling frisky~ And it showed with just how eager Angus was to get back to the action. It was like he was willing to forget everything that would cause hesitation in the idea just to continue with this, and the vigourous thumping of his precious little bear tail against the couch cushion below his rear only attested to that thought. Though the same noise that halted Gregg also seemed to have given Angus the same affliction.

When his lover practically falls back into the couch, Gregg snorts softly. Wow, that took a lot out of him huh? Poor guy looked totally wiped out, might not have even lasted long had they done anything without risking an asthma attack. Granted it was a little drawn out honestly, and it did sorta jump in intensity too. Maybe those two factors contributed significantly to Angus’ now tired, wheezy state.

“Hahah, yeah it kinda did. I mean, with a body like yours im like, always in the mood and stuff but… that felt quick even for me!” He replies, wagging his tail happily. They could probably continue this later in the privacy of their bedroom, now was time to eat and restore their energy. Angus probably hadn’t had anything since lunch, or his just-got-home snack, which would’ve been a good few hours ago.

The growl of his boyfriend’s belly startles Gregg somewhat. Damn that sounded like an angry one, but Gregg of course responds in a silly way, namely leaning down to smooch it and telling it to ‘wait a minute’. In truth, Gregg loved that belly of Angus’, as he did the majority of his body. It wanted food so he was gonna get it food, now that said sustenance was primed and available to them. He can’t help but laugh a little at how much redder Angus’ face had gotten because of that, though. Such a cute thing to be embarrassed about~

Gregg nods at the proposition of going to eat and feels him sitting up, blinking at the kiss before grinning and purring a little. The grin quickly turns into a cheeky little smile of his own, the fox shifting so as to not fall off as Angus pulls himself up. “But of course, as soon as we’re ready to go to bed, we’ll start again.” He pauses for a brief moment before lowering his head somewhat to give himself a somewhat intimidating yet alluring air to his voice and appearance, also crossing an arm over his chest in a slight bow.

“If that is what you wish, my captain…~”

Immediately after that, Gregg reverts to his bubbly self and jumps up off of the couch, dashing into the kitchen to impatiently wait for Angus to dish out the chicken, his absolute favourite of the world’s meats. Gregg hadn’t eaten a thing since about five, and then he almost lost what he had eaten with the outing with Mae that caused him to be late. But now he was home and there was delicious, Angus-made chicken to be eaten!!

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He gives a soft chuckle. “That’s fair.” Gregg always spoke in such a silly, childish manner, but it was always the most romantic thing to hit Angus’ ears. The sweetest notes of only the finest tunes are what his boyfriend would sing. Angus gives a soft, growl-purr and lets it ripple in his throat as he continues to pepper his boyfriend with only the most passionate of kisses. Every crevice of his boyfriend’s body was dappled with smooches. No part of Gregg could hide from Angus’ onslaught of loving pecks; he had to kiss all of him!

He can tell how affected Gregg is, and all he can do is smile. Every word he uttered was brimming with truth. Angus knew what Gregg was like; they’d been together so long he practically knew his boyfriend like the back of his hand. But Angus really couldn’t be any prouder of his boyfriend. Even if his paychecks weren’t as full as they could be, he could see the effort that his boyfriend put forth to keep at it and get the two of them one step closer to an actual future. Angus admired it. He was proud of his little boyfriend.

There was so much he loved about Gregg; and his body definitely ranked high on the list. That broad chest, those wide shoulders, that slim physique... damn, Gregg was hot. He was feeling pretty frisky now. He wasn’t one for feeling playful, let alone so frisky and lust-driven, but Gregg brought out this side of him. He wanted to feel every inch of Gregg’s luscious body, taste those succulent lips... he wanted Gregg. He was completely shrouded in lust, and he loved every moment of it.

His bear tail only continues to beat against the cushions harder as those claws trail down his body. He was eager and ready.

But he had realized a few moments later, after the oven went off and their session had come to a screeching halt, that he was starved. He probably wouldn’t have the energy to really give Gregg his all, so he’d have to save their session for bedtime. Store it away until after dinner.

But once he had eaten? Gregg had better watch out. Angus was going to be allllll over that. They didn’t have enough alone time, so being able to really show his love was the absolute best. Especially when there weren’t any other eyes or ears around to snoop in on the things he’d say and do to Gregg once they were cuddled in bed. His tail only wriggles harder in anticipation, before slowly coming to a stop as he catches up to his breath.

Time to relax. Time to calm down. Time for food.

His body didn’t typically have to remind him to feed it, but when it did, it was pretty obnoxious about it. Angus’ face remains flushed, even as Gregg seemingly tries to console his starved belly. That was precious. Angus can’t help but give a bit of a light snicker as Gregg murmurs softly to his belly of all things. Gregg truly was a gift. The smooch was delightful as always, of course, and his belly seemed to appreciate it too. It had finally calmed down enough to stop screaming about how hungry it was, letting Angus relax a little and let the red on his face die out some.

Angus smirks softly at Gregg’s proclamation, before letting it falter slightly as he watches what Gregg does. What was he doing?

Then those words hit his ears. Dear lord, that was hot!

A tingle shoots up Angus’ spine at that word, making him shudder excitedly. He smirked even wider, before letting it turn back into a lighter smile as his boyfriend bounces off and away with all that energy he somehow mustered up. Angus had no idea where he got it all from, but it just made Gregg all the more adorable and pleasant. Angus pined to have the sort of energy that his boyfriend did. But work always drained him dry; left him exhausted and sore. Sigh. Oh well. He could dream.

Maybe getting out of this town would help him find some more energy. He could always hope for a brighter future, somewhere far away from this town.

Angus manages to sit up, his back condition definitely having improved, and rises to follow his bouncy boyfriend to the kitchen. The scent of chicken strips practically lifted him up, pulling him in as he drifted along the scent’s trail. He reaches the kitchen and grabs some oven mitts off the stove top, before prying the oven open and reaching in, gathering the chicken strips that were primed for their consumption. He gently places the tray on the stove top, before pulling the oven mitts off and casting them aside onto a counter.

He goes and grabs two plates out of the pantry, as well as some condiments for their chicken strips from the fridge. Couldn’t forget those. Chicken strips were good when sided with a good condiment, like ketchup. But you could always eat them plain too; a condiment was just an extra bonus if you so desired it. “Do you wanna eat in the living room today, bug?” Angus asks, peering over at his boyfriend with a soft smile. “It’s not like, a big meal, or anything. And it’s already kinda late. We can just... lay on the couch and watch some TV, or something, while we eat. How does that, uh, sound to you?”

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"Bug... where were you last night?" (This is the anon from earlier! Hope this works! I'm imangusdelaney, but it's a sideblog so I can't ask with it.)

Gregg rubbed his eyes as he sat on the couch, rubbing on his head gently. Ugh. Drinking last night had not been one of his greatest decisions - especially considering he’s not exactly a heavyweight when it comes to drinking. By now he was sober, and while he wasn’t exactly doing badly after last night, his head hurt like all hell.

“Ugghhh, heya Cap’n…” He spoke, a gentle whine following it up as his ears folded downwards. “Sorry, me an’ Germ found some rad stuff in the back of the Snalcon, and we mighta ended up a lil’ tipsy and watching movies. Or like, maybe I did. I dunno about him.” The fox shrugged his shoulders. “I forgot to tell ya about it but now I got this killer headache. Musta smashed my head into something…” He complained softly, eyes half-lidded and resting on the sight of his boyfriend. Beat the hell out of focusing on the pain, at least.

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Angus frowns, arms crossed. So Gregg was out drinking with Germ, huh? Great. It didn’t help that Angus had been up late last night waiting anxiously for him to come home, only for him to never show up until midnight. He’d even put off eating dinner, because eating without Gregg was lonely, but he eventually had to eat alone anyway. He wasn’t exactly pleased with what had happened, or the excuse he heard.

This happened a lot more than Angus would like to admit, and it was starting to frustrate him. Why couldn’t Gregg just text him if he was gonna be late? Why did he have to leave him hanging like this?

He grasps at his face lightly, pinching the middle of his glasses with grit teeth. He then sighs heftily, releasing his hold. He wanted to be angry, but he didn’t want to make a big deal out of things. This happened more than he liked, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Gregg could say that he would text him if he was gonna be late, but this would always happen again. There was no point getting angry about it anymore.

Angus slips over to his boyfriend and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Maybe.” He muses softly. Or maybe it had just been the alcohol. Angus grits his teeth a little. “Uh, can I like… get you something to help it? I’d be happy to whip up something, if it’ll, uh, make you feel better.” He gives a soft shrug, though his frustration is evident.

He could try to hide it all he wanted, but it was clear that Angus wasn’t happy about what had happened last night.

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“Ha ha, alright, alriiighttt.” Angus shakes his head softly with a smirk, planting another firm kiss on Gregg’s nose. “Thank you, hun. For like, trying to help. You’re super sweet.” He felt really appreciated, honestly. That Gregg was willing to feel a little bit of the burn to allow him to go one night without his back giving him heck. “I know you will, bug, and that’s very sweet of you. I’ll, uh, have to make this up to you somehow.” He chuckles softly, before planting another, soft, sweet kiss on his nose. “You’re the greatest, bug.”

Gregg was the first one he’d ever come to know, as well. He had known Bea before he’d met Gregg of course, but his boyfriend was the first one who he’d really gotten comfortable with. Most of the people he knew really only acknowledged him as “Gregg’s boyfriend”, and he only knew them through his adorable boyfriend. But that just made his feelings for Gregg all the stronger. He was practically the only thing he had that he had truly found on his own; the only one he had that he truly felt a connection to.

He was madly in love, and there was no getting around that. He would never let go of his dorky little boyfriend, not without a fight, anyway.

Awww, that was just precious as all heck. He finds himself chuckling softly, with a dorky little grin on his face. “You’re really gonna do it, huh? Heh heh…” He gently kisses between those adorable eyes. “I uh, know you can do it, then, bug. If that’s really what you wanna do, that’s like… ultra sweet of you.” His asthma was an absolute pain, especially since the bear had always enjoyed running. But even with his inhaler, he could only run in short bursts before immediately keeling over.

It was awful. And the fact that Gregg, despite knowing that Angus could get a taste of that with his inhaler alone, wanted to give him the full experience without his asthma kicking up was absolutely precious. He pulls Gregg closer to himself, embracing him and dotting his head with kisses. “Thanks, bug, you, like… really are the best. I couldn’t ask for, uh, anything better.” He grins softly, continuing to plant those soft, sweet kisses across Gregg’s head. Between his ears, on his forehead… everywhere!

The growl-purrs only get louder, happier and possibly borderline obnoxious with the amount of love Angus was being fed. The tingles from those loving strokes were like ecstasy for the bear, and he felt absolutely blissful. Excited even. He was starting to get a little more excited about their “future plans”. God, Gregg’s body was his, and he wanted it!

The kiss breaks away and Angus blinks a few times. Gregg seemed a little… bewildered. Had he gone too far? He supposed that Gregg had probably only wanted cuddles. Maybe Angus had to relax; take it down a few notches. He didn’t want his boyfriend to feel uncomfortable; god, that would be the worst feeling.

But then that voice comes. Holy hell, that was hot! Angus is really getting revved up now, even though he knows this won’t last long as the oven was bound to go off soon. But dammit, he was gonna make the best out of this situation. So he dives in for another kiss, a sort of hunger in his eyes. He wanted Gregg, and he wanted those delicious lips. He was probably gonna take both of them.

He’s pulled closer by those arms a few moments after he initiates the second kiss, and his stubby little bear tail begins to wriggle about a little. He was excited. He grasps at Gregg’s cheeks with his own hands for a few moments, the intensity rising, before he lowers them and cups Gregg’s waist instead. Pulling him even closer to himself, as he enjoyed the taste and feeling of those delightful lips. He can’t stop kissing Gregg.

As one kiss ends, he takes a few, quick, sharp breaths before going in for another. Cuddles had turned to a makeout session, rather quickly too, but honestly? This was pretty common. Especially with the lack of time they had to see each other nowadays. He pulls Gregg as close as possible, and clings onto the kiss for as long as his weak lungs can allow, just enjoying every moment of this absolute bliss.

“Angus you know i’ll always be willing to do anything in my power to make you feel good. You are the single most important thing to me in this universe! The brightest star in my sky! A life without Angus Delaney is a life not worth living!” The canid says softly, even if his voice was raised a little more than ‘soft’. “You already are making it up to me, heheh… Just by being you. By being here with me… by being shirtless and super attractive too~” He gives the bear a wink after that, snuggling into his body as he’s held and bombarded with smooches.

“I try my hardest to be the best I can be, just for you! I wouldn’t be in this position or have changed this much if it wasn’t for you, hon~” That was pretty much entirely true, and his tone carried that inflection well. Had Gregg not met Angus he would probably have never ‘grown up’ out of his highschool hijinks. Hell he’d probably have been incarcerated already, or maybe worse… That was why he’d believed Angus had saved him. That and that moving in with the bear also got him away from his mother and father. He was really struggling to stay with them.

Gregg loved that this simple action of rubbing the big round tum of his boyfriend drew out such a response from it’s owner, which was good because the fox had his own motives for doing so. That knowledge that only Gregg, and Angus to an extent, knew made this a very clear win-win situation. It was only made better by the fact that they were also partners, bound to each other by that little red string known as love that assisted in bringing down barriers between the two to let things like this happen between two usually guarded individuals. Both had things they had to try to keep to themselves to survive in Possum Springs, but together, they could tell each other everything. There was no better feeling than having someone who could hear your life story and love you for it, even with all the bad it may come with.

Buuut that was distracting from what the pair had already gotten themselves into.

Gregg, feeling Angus’ hands now at his waist, smirks somewhat during their heated session and gently releases one of Angus’ cheeks to let a free hand gently trace down his body. It starts from the cheek, obviously, and with his claws out, the vulpine gently runs it down through his boyfriend’s fur. Down from the face, onto his neck, then slowly down that wonderfully soft chest of his onto the main spectacle of the bear’s belly and then it takes a sharp turn to go to his side, his next action virtually telegraphed.

His claws retract so as to not hurt his precious boyfriend, and with any potential for harm or puncture gone, he grabs Angus’ love handle and squeezes it firmly through his fingers. Gregg arches somewhat as he does so, panting softly as the kiss breaks to give Angus a breather. The canid was also breathing a little heavier than usual, but I mean, they did just have a pretty intense kiss. Once the bear has a sufficient enough break of about ten seconds, their passionate battle resumes. The fox is still holding on to his boyfriend and leaning further in to the kiss as he’s pulled closer and pressed against his ursine lover beneath him, but as if on cue before things got a little too out of hand, a ringing sound penetrates the romantic, heated atmosphere which distracts Gregg enough to make him break the second round and laugh a little.

“Damn. The one time food could’ve waited for us, eh Cap’n?” 

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His heart skipped a beat in that moment. Possibly even several. It fluttered like a moth; trapped within the cage that was his buffed chest. He’d never felt so adored in his life. The proclamation that his boyfriend made may have sounded silly to some, but to him? It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Nobody had ever loved him this much. No... he’d never felt love before he met this dorky little fox. With those cheesy, yet romantic, one-liners, those adorable eyes and that banging body. Oh, and of course that dorky grin that made Angus smile just at a glance.

Angus is grinning like a dork now, ears perked and his cheeks tinged with a ragged, pale red. He leans up and smooches that adorable nose. “You are my universe, Gregg.” He smiles softly, almost eagerly. “The only thing I’ll, like, ever need. I don’t want anything to uh, ever change. I love you with every part of me. Life won’t go on unless you’re here with me.” He was good at being cheesy too, sometimes, but he meant every word he uttered. There was no one else on this world that could ever come between them. There was no one Angus would ever let get this close. Gregg was his; and he was allll Gregg’s. And nothing would ever be better than this.

He gives a bit of a soft, eager snicker at that wink, proceeding to absolutely cover his boyfriend in smooches. He had to love every part of the smaller fox; he couldn’t leave a single part without a kiss. He was perfection to Angus. And the fact that Angus could hold this affection, let alone smooch it all over, was absolutely breathtaking.

“You already are the best, Gregg. You don’t have to try that hard.” Angus remarks softly, pressing another kiss onto that sheen, adorable black nose, just resting on the end of Gregg’s snout and demanding Angus’ lips to greet it. “I know, and I, uh, couldn’t be happier. Like, I’m super proud of you.” Angus gently presses his nose against Gregg’s, giving a soft, warm smile. “I know, uh, being grown up is hard, but you’re like, doing it. And that’s incredible. I couldn’t be uh, prouder of you.”

But the sweetness had already begun to burn away; leaving behind only lust and desire. Angus had a newfound craving; that being for his boyfriend’s luscious body.

He shudders as those claws graze his fur. He was just getting more and more revved up by the moment. God, he just wanted to take Gregg, here and now! He needed to feel him, he needed to straighten out that Gregg was his. And his alone! 

Those claws trail down his body, and Angus can already tell where they’re headed. And he welcomes it. He was too busy hungrily grasping at Gregg’s lips with his own to bother, anyway. Gregg was free to do with him what he wished. He was the only person who Angus could truly feel vulnerable to; even in their best moments. Things were getting heated, and Angus was only getting more excited. He wanted to see if Gregg would take him.

He lets out a breathy gasp, before giving a low, hungry, lustful growl. The breather doesn’t need to last long, as Angus is ready to continue their passionate battle of the tongues. He continues to kiss and embrace Gregg, his stubby bear tail wraggling as things continued to heat up. He wanted this so badly. He could almost forget that he was practically starved and just go at it, here and now.

But the oven seemed to know what was about to ensue, and demanded it stop with a satisfying ding. Angus pants a little, giving a light wheeze as Gregg pulls away and he flops back onto the couch. Damn. That had gotten intense, like, super fast. He gives a few little pants, just trying to regain both the air he lost and his composure. 

“Eh heh... For sure.” He gives a soft chuckle. “That, uh... wow, that got intense. Like, really quick.” Angus pants for a few moments more, before relaxing and settling. “Uh, we should probably go eat now.” Angus murmurs softly, his belly giving a sudden, very loud growl. “Oh jeez...” The bear’s face flushed immensely red at that, giving his belly a few, light pats. His belly was all for eating right about now. It was tired of being ignored and shoved aside. It wanted food, and it wanted it now!

“Uh, yeah, we should eat now.” Angus sits up a little, but leans up to peck his boyfriend’s lips quickly. “You should, uh, totally do that to me again, though. Tonight. In bed.” He gives a bit of a smirk, before going to get up. His back was a little achy still, but most of the pain had been warded off by those beautiful hands of his boyfriend’s. They must’ve been magical.

He gets up off the couch and heads for the kitchen. “Well, come on then. Chicken strips, like, await us.”

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A Paranormal Stargazing

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Casey sighs.. half out of relief, half out of resignation. He could take up Angus’s offer of taking his glasses off, but he wouldn’t want to impair the other without it being absolutely necessary, and the more he thought about it, the more he asked himself why it was such a big damn deal others didn’t see him as a ghost. The worst that could happen is that the other would leave, and maybe he wouldn’t even mind. 

“You don’t have to do that, wouldn’t want you to fall off the cliff or something. And, it’s fine.. Just, you can’t say I didn’t warn you now.” 

And with that, Casey floats out from behind the tree he was hiding behind.. Immediately, there would be more than a few strange things about him. First of all, he was transparent.. one could see the trees behind the cat, albeit with a blue tint from his body.. Second, he was glowing, as well as floating about a foot off the ground, booted feet dangling in the air as he almost imperceptibly bobbed up and down. The cat just gives off a nervous laugh, now that he’s out in the open. 

“So, heheh.. Ta-da, here I am. But.. yeah, the stars are really beautiful. Glad I could find someone else here tonight. And don’t worry about me havin’ to be somewhere, I have literally all the time in the world.” 

Angus finds that sort of amusing. That was kind. He supposed it probably wouldn’t be the brightest idea to remove his glasses. The one thing that kept him seeing the world in as close to the way as others did as possible. His vision would probably be even worse in the dark, and falling off a cliff was not his goal for tonight. He had a boyfriend to go home to, after all. One that he planned on growing old with, so he couldn’t die tonight.

“Ha ha, well, alright. I suppose that wouldn’t be a very bright idea, now, would it?” He relaxes a little, but he’s confused by those peculiar words. “Warned me? Well, uh, alright. I don’t know what you, uh, warned me about, but, I’m sure you’re fine.”

Well. That was… unexpected.

Angus did have to stiffen a little. It wasn’t everyday that you saw a pale, transparent person, glowing in a tint of blue, and hovering above the ground. Despite his very visible legs. But all of that paled in comparison to Angus’ final connection.

This cat…

It couldn’t be…

He was dead. They all knew that now. There was no way this was Casey Hartley before him. No, it had to be some teen pulling a prank. Maybe he was a hologram, and the true person just didn’t feel like coming out. That was fine by him. But the similarities were uncanny. Even if he had hardly known Casey, and Casey likely only knew him as “Gregg’s boyfriend”, there was no way he could deny the resemblance. It was eerie. This… cat… thing..? Looked almost unrealistically like the cat they had lost.

“Uh, yeah. Indeed, you, uh… are.” Angus gives a breezy chuckle, trying to blow off his unease. It wasn’t Casey. It couldn’t be Casey. Get a grip, Delaney.

He smiles softly. “They are, aren’t they? Well, since, uh, neither of us have anywhere else to be… why don’t we go up to the peak and stargaze? It’s such a lovely night for it, after all.” He suggests. “I, uh, might take a minute though. I’ve got asthma, so I’m not, like, really fast at climbing hills.” He gives an apologetic, light shrug. “Uh, you alright with that? I’d be more than happy to have some company. If you’re, like, okay with that.”

He then blinks in realization and gives a soft, light chuckle. “Oh, uh, sorry, I should probably introduce myself, huh?” He gives a soft smile. “Angus Delaney. Just uh, Angus is fine though. What’s, uh, your name?”

The cat notices Angus’s stiffening, and while he expected something a bit more.. dramatic, another part of him didn’t know what to expect, and he was actually glad that he hadn’t freaked out. Maybe people here would be more accepting of ghosts than all the movies he had watched as a kid. Then again, he wasn’t screaming at people and trying to kill them with his head turning around, so there was that. 

“Yeah. Not what you expected, huh? I’m.. pretty glad you’re not screamin’ or runnin’ away or something, though. After all, it’s not every night that a ghost just kinda floats out from the treeline and says hello.” 

Casey briefly looks up at the stars, thinking, before rubbing his chin. The comment about asthma seemed familiar, but he still couldn’t place who this person was… who were they? Why did they seem so familiar to him? A shrug, and his attention is back to to the person in front of him. 

“I’d like that, yeah. And, again, it’s fine, I have a lot of time. Pretty much forever, I think. Haven’t figured it all out yet. If you get hot or sweaty or something, I can help ya, too. I kinda make the air around me cold, though i’m sure the night air’s helpin’ with that already.” 

Its not until Angus states his own name that two and two finally come together for Casey, and he visibly flinches in the air at the sound of the other’s name. So,  this was Gregg’s boyfriend. He knew about him through Gregg, but he had been hoping that they wouldn’t meet just yet. So much for that. After composing himself for a minute, Casey speaks, voice a little shaky again. 

“Uh.. C-casey. Casey Hartley. I.. I think I might know you, heh. You’re Gregg’s boyfriend, right? I used to play in your band.” 

He gives a gentle, polite laugh. “Ha ha, definitely not. It’s not every night you see uh… a blue cat just floating about. But things have been unusual around here lately anyway, so it doesn’t really bother me.” He blinks. “Why would I scream? You didn’t try to attack me, or, uh, anything. Besides, I’m not much of a screamer anyway. More of a growler, I guess.” He gives a light-hearted shrug, letting his muscles relax. He had a hard time believing this was a ghost. After all, he didn’t believe in them. But if this was prove that ghosts were in fact real, then, well… maybe he’d change his stance.

He didn’t believe in stories, he believed in facts. He loved the pursuit of scientific knowledge, and that knowledge helped him to differentiate reality from religious nonsense. He did have a fascination with the paranormal, though, so this could be interesting. He was intrigued to find out more about this supposed “ghost”.

“You’re uh, a ghost, huh?” Angus blinks. “That’s fascinating, honestly. I, uh, I’ve always had a knack for the paranormal. Never really believed in ghosts, though. Since there isn’t like, evidence for their existence, I guess.” He shrugs. “But if you really are like, a ghost, that’s cool. Fascinating, even. But then wait…” He frowns. “Does that mean you’re dead?” He rubs his head a few times, giving a brisk shake of it afterwards. “Huh. Never thought I’d say that ever.”

He chuckles softly. “Okay. Well, I can meet you at the top. You’ll probably get there faster than me anyway.” He sighs lightly, relaxing. “It’s already pretty brisk, but if I get like, warm, I can just take off my sweater. I have a blouse on underneath, so I’ll be fine.” He smiles softly. “Thanks for the uh, offer, though. That’s nice of you.”

No. That wasn’t possible.

Angus just sort of stares at this supposed apparition before him for a moment. That… that made so much sense, but, at the same time, so little. If this was Casey, then… why was he out here? Why hadn’t he come home? He’d worried Gregg to death, so much so that he and Angus had a lot of pretty nasty fights for a couple weeks after his disappearance. Couldn’t that all have been avoided? Why didn’t Casey come back?

This couldn’t be Casey. Not the Casey Hartley they knew, anyway.

He stares for a few moments longer, before finally blinking and shivering a little. Not from the cold, though, rather in unease. This was definitely turning out to be one strange night. “You’re, uh… right. I.. uh… yeah. I’m Gregg’s boyfriend. But… are you really, uh… our Casey Hartley?” Angus frowns slightly. He was baffled by this, and understandably so. “He… he’s not with us anymore. We learned uh, about his fate in the mines. Then, like… how can you be Casey if.. Casey’s gone?” 

“Well, I woulda’ chosen red if I could have.. The more metal, the better, but hey, you get what you get.” Casey hears Angus’s comment and he instantly mouths off, without even thinking about it… To his embarrassment in a few moments, for sure. “I bet Gregg’d disagree with that, even if you did have an awesome growl back when I was still in the band, heh.” Of course, he doesn’t catch it until after he says it, and almost instantly his face flushes a little and he gives off a small, embarrassed cough. 

“A-anyway. Yeah, I’m a ghost.. An’ as for me, I never really thought of gettin’ into it until.. well, now, anyway. And..” The cat sighs. “Yeah, I am dead, deader than a fresh slab of bacon. Can’t complain, though.. ‘least i’m not gone, not all the way.” That was true, of course, but there were a lot of drawbacks to being a ghost. Almost too many, really. 

Casey just spaces out a moment, thinking about it, before snapping back to reality with Angus’s comment about meeting him at the top. “Well, if you want, sure.. but I’d rather have some sorta companionship on the way up, and I don’t mind goin’ slow. And don’t worry about it.. Always glad to help a friend.” 

Our Casey Hartley, though? Casey had met something like 2 or 3 Greggs since he had become a ghost, but he couldn’t be sure that was what Angus meant. In all likelihood, Casey thought he probably meant that he was some other Casey Hartley, not the one that had disappeared.. But that couldn’t be right, could it? He looks away, sadly, before looking back at Angus. 

“Whose Casey Hartley would I be if I wasn’t yours? I died in those mines, for sure. Got dragged off by an asshole in a cloak in the middle of the night after I was walkin’ down the train tracks, then I got a bunch of old man talk shoved down my throat and I got thrown in a hole.” 

Casey shivers, eyes spacing out a little.. Despite not being able to feel temperature since he became a ghost, he was feeling oddly cold, distant.. he felt like that the Goat was watching him again, just like it had been the first and only time he had tried to sleep. “..That.. That shoulda’ been the end of it. A crack, my whole body goin’ numb, a few moments of darkness.. then nothing. But something.. Whatever it was that was in the hole.. Whatever they gave me to..” 

Casey looks at Angus once more.. His face is quite a bit more frightening now, eyes vacant and mouth in a spaced-out frown. Almost like he wasn’t himself anymore. 

“It tore me from the darkness and made me its’ own.” 

A moment later, he shakes his head, snapping out of it - instantly, his eyes are once again focused, mouth still in a frown - but this frown is more terrified at himself than vacant and lazy. 

“M-maybe.. Maybe I should go ahead after all. I’ll meet you at the top, alright?”

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“I suppose that’s true.” Angus shrugs softly, keeping up his kind-hearted, light smile. But it falters slightly at that next comment. Oh, wait. Was he suggesting that he...? He blinks, face flushing a pale red. Well, that was awkward. He gives a sheepish smirk. “Ah heh... uh... yeah... thanks, I uh... I suppose my growl was uh, pretty good. It’s sorta natural for me, uh, though.” He tries to avoid that other comment. What happened between him and Gregg in the bedroom was just between them. Though he knew what this person was suggesting, and he was... sorrrrrta right? He didn’t really feel like talking about something so intimate though, so he blew the comment off.

“So, you’re a ghost.” Angus blinks, his face flush dissipating as he thought about it. “Then, uh, yeah, that...” He frowns softly. “I’m, uh, sorry to hear that. But, yeah, I suppose that’s true.” Angus gives a bit of a kind, light smile again. Trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Angus gives a soft chuckle. “Please, you uh, don’t have to. That’s really kind of you to go slow for me, but, uh, I’m really slow. But thanks, uh,” He looks up the ledge he still had to clamber. His breathing was back to normal, and he was ready to make the next trudge whenever they were ready to depart. “So, uh, whenever you’re ready, I suppose.” He gives a light shrug.

“Uh...” Angus blinks, shaking his head softly. “I wasn’t, uh, saying you weren’t our Casey. I just... I dunno. I don’t believe in ghosts, since there’s like, no proof of their existence. And I know our Casey’s like... gone. But...” He trails off as the apparition goes on, feeling a bit of a chill down his own spine. That sounded awful. God awful.

Nobody deserved that. Not even the worst person in the world deserved that sort of fate. And Casey was so young, too. He had such a long road ahead of him, and now he wouldn’t be around to continue down it. His life had been ended before he really got to do, well... anything! And he died in this horrid little town... that felt bad. Angus wished more than anything that they had done something, even if he didn’t know Casey all that well. Gregg had tried to believe Casey was alive for so long, and now... now Angus had proof that he was gone. That he wasn’t alive anymore.

Well, he wasn’t completely gone, but he wasn’t living either. That stung.

“I’m uh... really... really sorry about what happened to you, uh, Casey.” Angus murmurs quietly, shoulders sagging and a frown etched into his usually emotionless face. He wasn’t one for showing emotion much, but he was a real big softie. And that story just made Angus’ heart sting. Casey hadn’t deserved any of it. He had deserved to live a better, fuller life.

But the cult was no more. Or at least, there was a good chance they were no more after that cave-in. Nobody else would be dragged away as Casey had been. But Angus couldn’t help feeling guilty that they hadn’t done anything to try and save him. If only they had known....

He blinks again. “If it, uh, makes you feel any better...” The bear scuffs his feet into the ground a little. “The cult’s, uh, gone now. Or, they probably are. The members are probably all, uh, dead now. They were probably killed in that cave-in. Nobody else is gonna have to go through what you, uh, did.” His ears fall and his frown intensifies. “I’m like... sorry, Casey. You didn’t deserve any of that. Even if I didn’t know you, uh, very well, I know you didn’t deserve to have your life cut so short like that.” The bear sighs. “I just... we all wish we could’ve done something for you. But... we didn’t. And I’m sorry that we didn’t. Because the one time you uh, could’ve needed us, we...”

He trails off. Falling silent for a few moments. An overwhelming sense of guilt was adrift, and Angus didn’t know what to do about it.

He blinks in surprise at Casey’s sudden notion, not liking the scared frown that he now possessed. “Oh, uh... alright.” Angus mumbles quietly. He felt bad about what happened. But maybe the stars could help make him feel just a tad bit better. So, he turns and starts to make his slow trudge up the next portion of the hill. Only a few more climbs to go, and he could finally sit back, relax and enjoy the view of those beautiful stars.

He just wished he didn’t have to feel so guilty.

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He laughs at that remark. Gregg always found his body so fascinating, and Angus always found said fascination to be absolutely adorable on the fox’s part. Whatever Gregg saw in his body that he couldn’t? It was incredible. Made him love the fox all the more contagiously. Couldn’t stop loving him. There wasn’t a thing his boyfriend could do that would wipe his feelings. His heart beat for Gregg every day; he continued breathing just so he could see that dorky smile and hear that chattering voice, always so eager and beaming with joy. Gregg wasn’t just Angus’ corner; he was his everything!

His little tirade was sort of expected, though Angus softly shakes his head in amusement. “I know why you wanted to do it, bug, and that’s like, sweet as all heck, but, I don’t want you to hurt yourself just over some back pain.” The bear softly replies, going forth with a few more kisses. A few to the ears, a few near the base of his ears, and another couple on his forehead and between his eyes. He could kiss the heck out of Gregg all day. “Aww, bug..” He gives a soft little smile. “You already make me feel better just by uh, being here. You should know that already.”

He chuckles softly as the tirade drags on, but he isn’t upset that Gregg is acting this way. To him, it was actually quite the adorable little show, and it made Angus feel all the more appreciated and loved. “You keep dreaming, bug. Like, if you wanna be able to pick me up someday, uh, go for it!” He laughs softly, pressing his nose against Gregg’s. “You’re so cute. And sweet. You’re perfect just the way you are. But I won’t stop you from uh, trying to pick me up someday. That’d be quite the sight to see.” He chuckles softly, lightly. In his polite, well-mannered, Angus way.

His smaller boyfriend, who was already smaller in stature alone, trying to pick the taller, bigger him up? That would be a sight to see. But he wouldn’t stop Gregg from chasing his dreams, and if picking him up and carrying him away like they did in movies was his dream? Then Angus would do all he could to support his adorable little dork of a boyfriend.

That purr was like pure bliss, bringing an even wider smile to Angus’ face. Then the kisses dappled across his face, oh, and what’s this? A belly rubbing too? Jeez, he was being absolutely spoiled today! And he absolutely loved it!

His growl-purrs return, louder and happier than ever. They practically burst out of him with each rub and kiss so delicately placed upon him. His belly does seem to calm a little as it’s given love as well. It wasn’t exactly what his belly was pining for, but it could subdue it until the food was ready for consumption. Angus was experiencing the best kind of ecstasy, and he was loving every moment of it. There was no where else he’d rather be right now.

“I love you too, bug!~” Angus manages to exclaim between those loud, obnoxious growl-purrs, a grin beginning to form on his face. Something you didn’t see a lot with this bear. But Gregg had that way of bringing out the strongest emotions from within the depths that was Angus. He leans up and cups his boyfriend’s face, before delivering a tender, passionate smooch. Delicious.

He gently nuzzles Gregg’s face as he speaks, smirking softly. “I think I can make do.” He chuckles softly, “I have you to keep me satisfied, don’t I?” He winks a little with a bit of a smirk, before planting another firm kiss on those lips. Almost hungrily. Giving Gregg all the love and attention that he could suffice was Angus’ absolutel favourite thing to do. This fox was getting showered in love tonight.

Gregg smiles and purrs a little at the sound of Angus’ laughter. What a beautiful sound~ One of Gregg’s absolute favourites for sure. Very few things could surpass the sound of Angus’ laughter in terms of making him happy, but they definitely existed, and of course, only Angus was capable of causing such situations. It was only natural, Angus being virtually the only person Gregg had to love. His relationship with his family was rocky if not nonexistent, and he’d felt as if he’d ended up growing apart from them all since high school. Not like that mattered too much to him. They never understood him as a kid, so why would they now? He’d changed so much they probably wouldn’t recognize him at first, even… But, that wasn’t a train of thought that was ready to leave the station.

Gregg squeaks softly and trembles a little at the kisses that targetted some of his more sensitive affection spots. He listens intently to the bear’s words while trying not to have his hearing distracted by any of the affectionate actions he was receiving, he had a tendency of kinda blanking when he was being barraged in bear love.

“Anguuuuuus! You were in pain and I wanted to help iiiit! Even if i get a temporary burn of exertion its worth it to help you deal better with your consistent kinda pain! Sure I might hurt a bit now but… it’s better than you hurting badly all night! Maybe this pain will be more bearable? I know i’ll be ready to do anything I can to help distract you from it when we go to bed!” He retorts, wagging his tail somewhat grumpily. Gregg wanted Angus to only ever feel good, that included Pain as a bad feeling. Even if Angus didn’t think Gregg should trouble himself with this stuff, he would. Angus being in good health was more important than Gregg being devoid of pain. To him it was a sort of equivalence thing. How could he be happy like that if he knew his boyfriend who deserved all the positivity in the world was suffering?

“And I know I make you feel good just by being here, I can’t ever just forget that fact heheh. Hard to when you smile like, every time I enter your peripheral vision~ And you bet im gonna pick you up some day! I’m gonna pick you up and run places with you so you can feel like youre running without that asthma getting in the way!” He grins looking down to his bear.

“You bet your hot ass im gonna pick you up one day, you’ll see, Cap’n!” The fox says with a big smile, continuing to give his adorable, shirtless boyfriend the attention only this golden furred fox could. And, as far as the town was concerned, probably also the only kinda attention anyone would want to give another. Society’s views had made him come to accept that he was ‘weird’ and might’ve been alone in the world in this aspect, but he was okay with that. He had Angus to give that special kind of love to, and Angus had the bod for it. A perfect pairing.

The sounds Angus was making were only proving that he was making him even happier, causing Gregg to feel even better about himself and how he was weird. He lets out a soft squeak as his face is cupped, staring at the bear for a couple moments before he’s pulled into that kiss, his entire body just kinda lifting at it. Gregg couldn’t put into words how much he loved getting those kinds of passionate kisses, they never ceased to literally lift his spirits.

The vulpine had fallen silent somewhat, just staring at Angus with a blush on his cheeks which grew deeper at the wink. He himself tries to put on a strong face and stares Angus in the eyes, piercing through those glasses with his dark, navy blue eyes which had widened somewhat to look at his boyfriend. “Only if I can keep you satisfied, my captain…~” He retorts in a low, growly voice. The word choice in Angus’ words had pulled out the flirtatious side of Gregg, who had assumed this was what Angus had wanted, and with the bear leaning in for another kiss, that was just what he was going to get.

The second the other’s mouth made contact with Gregg’s, he whips his arms up to grab Angus’ soft chubby cheeks and pull him closer, leaning deeply into the kiss and purring loudly as every part of his body that could raise up had done so, a surge of power flowing through the golden canid as he practically makes out with his adorable boyfriend right then and there, jumping from a somewhat timid stance to a full blown romantically starved makeout-session.

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“Ha ha, alright, alriiighttt.” Angus shakes his head softly with a smirk, planting another firm kiss on Gregg’s nose. “Thank you, hun. For like, trying to help. You’re super sweet.” He felt really appreciated, honestly. That Gregg was willing to feel a little bit of the burn to allow him to go one night without his back giving him heck. “I know you will, bug, and that’s very sweet of you. I’ll, uh, have to make this up to you somehow.” He chuckles softly, before planting another, soft, sweet kiss on his nose. “You’re the greatest, bug.”

Gregg was the first one he’d ever come to know, as well. He had known Bea before he’d met Gregg of course, but his boyfriend was the first one who he’d really gotten comfortable with. Most of the people he knew really only acknowledged him as “Gregg’s boyfriend”, and he only knew them through his adorable boyfriend. But that just made his feelings for Gregg all the stronger. He was practically the only thing he had that he had truly found on his own; the only one he had that he truly felt a connection to.

He was madly in love, and there was no getting around that. He would never let go of his dorky little boyfriend, not without a fight, anyway.

Awww, that was just precious as all heck. He finds himself chuckling softly, with a dorky little grin on his face. “You’re really gonna do it, huh? Heh heh...” He gently kisses between those adorable eyes. “I uh, know you can do it, then, bug. If that’s really what you wanna do, that’s like... ultra sweet of you.” His asthma was an absolute pain, especially since the bear had always enjoyed running. But even with his inhaler, he could only run in short bursts before immediately keeling over.

It was awful. And the fact that Gregg, despite knowing that Angus could get a taste of that with his inhaler alone, wanted to give him the full experience without his asthma kicking up was absolutely precious. He pulls Gregg closer to himself, embracing him and dotting his head with kisses. “Thanks, bug, you, like... really are the best. I couldn’t ask for, uh, anything better.” He grins softly, continuing to plant those soft, sweet kisses across Gregg’s head. Between his ears, on his forehead... everywhere!

The growl-purrs only get louder, happier and possibly borderline obnoxious with the amount of love Angus was being fed. The tingles from those loving strokes were like ecstasy for the bear, and he felt absolutely blissful. Excited even. He was starting to get a little more excited about their “future plans”. God, Gregg’s body was his, and he wanted it!

The kiss breaks away and Angus blinks a few times. Gregg seemed a little... bewildered. Had he gone too far? He supposed that Gregg had probably only wanted cuddles. Maybe Angus had to relax; take it down a few notches. He didn’t want his boyfriend to feel uncomfortable; god, that would be the worst feeling.

But then that voice comes. Holy hell, that was hot! Angus is really getting revved up now, even though he knows this won’t last long as the oven was bound to go off soon. But dammit, he was gonna make the best out of this situation. So he dives in for another kiss, a sort of hunger in his eyes. He wanted Gregg, and he wanted those delicious lips. He was probably gonna take both of them.

He’s pulled closer by those arms a few moments after he initiates the second kiss, and his stubby little bear tail begins to wriggle about a little. He was excited. He grasps at Gregg’s cheeks with his own hands for a few moments, the intensity rising, before he lowers them and cups Gregg’s waist instead. Pulling him even closer to himself, as he enjoyed the taste and feeling of those delightful lips. He can’t stop kissing Gregg.

As one kiss ends, he takes a few, quick, sharp breaths before going in for another. Cuddles had turned to a makeout session, rather quickly too, but honestly? This was pretty common. Especially with the lack of time they had to see each other nowadays. He pulls Gregg as close as possible, and clings onto the kiss for as long as his weak lungs can allow, just enjoying every moment of this absolute bliss.

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Angus continues to gently graze his hand across Gregg’s head and ears, smirking softly as those limp arms tie themselves around his midsection. He chuckles softly as Gregg’s entire face is plunged into his back, letting his growl-purring lighten and soften in volume. “My back feels a lot better already, bug. You must have, uh, magic hands, or something.” He chuckles a little, giving a louder, more purr-like noise as Gregg nestled his face into his back. How adorable.

Those purrs were like a godsend; a blessing to his ears. He could listen to them all day and never get tired of that beautiful sound. Gregg was absolutely brilliant in everything he did. Stunning. He was practically perfection. That made Angus feel all the more luckier and appreciative to have him in his life. And the scent of chicken in the air was only growing stronger, making Angus’ belly a little more vocal about how empty it was. It gave a few soft grumbles, and a pretty loud growl. God, he was starved! Worth it, though. Gregg had achieved one thing with Angus; he would always come above food. That was an accomplishment to be proud of. Nobody else ever came above food. Only his brilliant boyfriend.

“I mean, we don’t have to,” Angus murmurs softly, keeping up a soft smirk, “I was just curious. You can lay on me if that’s, uh, what you wanna do. I’m fine with that.” The pat was nice, and he gives a low, warm growl in response. He keeps up a gentle smile, but it begins to falter.

Gregg sure was whining a lot.. was it really that bad?

He knew massages took a lot, but he didn’t think they took that much. He honestly felt a little bad, as and unhappy Gregg equaled an unhappy Angus. He squirmed awkwardly atop of Angus, and the bear started to feel sort of guilty for taking the massage. Sure, Gregg had offered, but Angus would still feel bad about it. Especially if it left Gregg in an uncomfortable state like this.

“Here, uh… give me a second.”

The bear wriggles around a little, before finally shifting enough that he could turn around. He stretches a little, his back having become sort of stiff. He relaxes again as he gently lifts Gregg by his armpits. He heaves him on top of him and lays flat on his back. He puts his arms around Gregg, and gently caresses his head with one of his hands. “That better, bug?” Angus asked softly, leaning up and planting a soft peck between his eyes. He hoped this was more comfortable. “You can, uh, rest your arms. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was gonna take so much out of you. If I’d have known, I’d, uh, not have let you do that to yourself.” He plants a few more gentle, yet tender, kisses on his boyfriend’s face. Dotting them across that gorgeous golden face.

“We can lay here until the, uh, chicken strips are ready. If you’re okay with, uh, that.” He gives a gentle smile, trying to relax with his boyfriend’s smaller frame now resting upon him. His belly gives another growl and his face flushes a little. “Eh heh… I hope they’re done, like, soon. I don’t know how much longer I can, uh, go without food.” Angus admits sheepishly, before planting another kiss between Gregg’s eyes. “Uh, it’s okay, though. I’d rather eat with you, uh, anyway. It’s lonely without you.”

The petting had made the fox’s vocalizations a lot louder and more robust, indicating clearly how much he enjoyed the action. His eyes were also closed in a look of contentment that he could only really achieve with the bear. Not many other people ever thought to pet Gregg but if they did, this would be the result. A big golden dummy purring up a storm. Well maybe not big, he was shorter than a food few of his friends.

“Heheheh, i’m glad it’s helping you, Cap’n! That’s like, literally all I wanted outta this! But I mean, being able to touch your body is always a nice bonus~” He replies with a grin, which then changes up to be a light laugh at the growling of his boyfriend’s hungry stomach. It was already nice and big, but it still desired sustenance as much as everyone else, or even more than most because he was a big guy as well as being sorta heavy, but Gregg loved that.

“Oh dude you know i’d love to like, be as close to you as possible! One of the only thing’s gravity is good for is helping me lay on you~” He laughs softly, giving Angus’ tum another gentle pat, which stops as Angus asks him to wait for something. Which he did, about as patiently as an eager guy like Gregg could. There was a lot of shifting so he was somewhat pushed over into the couch but he didn’t mind ultimately, he was still with his bear after all. Aaaand then Gregg is pulled up onto the bear’s bare torso, which immediately brings out a soft blush in the fox’s face, which is then accentuated and heightened by the loving embrace.

“Better? Oh you know it is, Cap’n~” He growls, immediately settling down onto the soft tum of his boyfriend and lowering his ears in a relaxed state. He lets out a gentle purr at the caress, and a squeak at the kiss before a light chuckle escapes his throat, which is then cut short at the worry in the bear’s statement. “What? Cap’n noooo I wanted to do it and I did! And i’ll do it every time you come home hurting even if you try to hide it bc I wanna make you feel better!!” Gregg was pouting now, not an uncommon sight, but not unwelcome either. He looked kinda silly when he did that. “I’m just tired because I had a long day, and i need more arm strength anywayyy theyre just kinda noodly right now and I wanna be able to like, pick you up and stuff!”

The canid’s mini-tirade is cut short as he’s viciously assaulted with bear kisses which distract him from ranting about his silly wish to be able to pick Angus up and run with him in his arms, to let him feel the wind rushing through his fur without causing his asthma to flare up. Gregg often dreamed of that, but was worried he’d never be strong enough to do so. And maybe he wouldn’t, but the hope was still there.

A soft smile stretches across his muzzle at Angus’ expression of hunger and sacrifice. It was a lil bad sure, but god damn if that didn’t make him feel appreciated. Angus Delaney was holding off on food just so he could eat with this walking piece of trash. God what a sweetheart. Sweethearts deserve all the affection! “Awwwww Cap’n~” He purrs, the one of voice practically coming with a heart emoji hanging off the end of it. He reciprocates the care he was shown by leaning over and peppering his boyfriend’s cute brown face with kisses, while also simultaneously giving his belly a comforting rub. It would be fed soon, but maybe attention would make it calm down a bit? Or it could do the opposite but who knows.

“I love you so much Angus. You’re hands down the best thing to ever happen to me~ And we’ll get the chicken soon, it shouldn’t need much longer to cook!” He takes a momentary pause before offering a cheeky, completely not-serious smile. 

“If you want it that badly I can go crank up the heat~” Oh god that was a terrible joke. Last time he actually did that something blew up in there. It was like, a pie with no airholes or something because Gregg overlooked the instruction that said to cut them himself and that thing just blasted itself all over the oven walls.

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He laughs at that remark. Gregg always found his body so fascinating, and Angus always found said fascination to be absolutely adorable on the fox’s part. Whatever Gregg saw in his body that he couldn’t? It was incredible. Made him love the fox all the more contagiously. Couldn’t stop loving him. There wasn’t a thing his boyfriend could do that would wipe his feelings. His heart beat for Gregg every day; he continued breathing just so he could see that dorky smile and hear that chattering voice, always so eager and beaming with joy. Gregg wasn’t just Angus’ corner; he was his everything!

His little tirade was sort of expected, though Angus softly shakes his head in amusement. “I know why you wanted to do it, bug, and that’s like, sweet as all heck, but, I don’t want you to hurt yourself just over some back pain.” The bear softly replies, going forth with a few more kisses. A few to the ears, a few near the base of his ears, and another couple on his forehead and between his eyes. He could kiss the heck out of Gregg all day. “Aww, bug..” He gives a soft little smile. “You already make me feel better just by uh, being here. You should know that already.”

He chuckles softly as the tirade drags on, but he isn’t upset that Gregg is acting this way. To him, it was actually quite the adorable little show, and it made Angus feel all the more appreciated and loved. “You keep dreaming, bug. Like, if you wanna be able to pick me up someday, uh, go for it!” He laughs softly, pressing his nose against Gregg’s. “You’re so cute. And sweet. You’re perfect just the way you are. But I won’t stop you from uh, trying to pick me up someday. That’d be quite the sight to see.” He chuckles softly, lightly. In his polite, well-mannered, Angus way.

His smaller boyfriend, who was already smaller in stature alone, trying to pick the taller, bigger him up? That would be a sight to see. But he wouldn’t stop Gregg from chasing his dreams, and if picking him up and carrying him away like they did in movies was his dream? Then Angus would do all he could to support his adorable little dork of a boyfriend.

That purr was like pure bliss, bringing an even wider smile to Angus’ face. Then the kisses dappled across his face, oh, and what’s this? A belly rubbing too? Jeez, he was being absolutely spoiled today! And he absolutely loved it!

His growl-purrs return, louder and happier than ever. They practically burst out of him with each rub and kiss so delicately placed upon him. His belly does seem to calm a little as it’s given love as well. It wasn’t exactly what his belly was pining for, but it could subdue it until the food was ready for consumption. Angus was experiencing the best kind of ecstasy, and he was loving every moment of it. There was no where else he’d rather be right now.

“I love you too, bug!~” Angus manages to exclaim between those loud, obnoxious growl-purrs, a grin beginning to form on his face. Something you didn’t see a lot with this bear. But Gregg had that way of bringing out the strongest emotions from within the depths that was Angus. He leans up and cups his boyfriend’s face, before delivering a tender, passionate smooch. Delicious.

He gently nuzzles Gregg’s face as he speaks, smirking softly. “I think I can make do.” He chuckles softly, “I have you to keep me satisfied, don’t I?” He winks a little with a bit of a smirk, before planting another firm kiss on those lips. Almost hungrily. Giving Gregg all the love and attention that he could suffice was Angus’ absolutel favourite thing to do. This fox was getting showered in love tonight.

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A Paranormal Stargazing

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Casey sighs.. half out of relief, half out of resignation. He could take up Angus’s offer of taking his glasses off, but he wouldn’t want to impair the other without it being absolutely necessary, and the more he thought about it, the more he asked himself why it was such a big damn deal others didn’t see him as a ghost. The worst that could happen is that the other would leave, and maybe he wouldn’t even mind. 

“You don’t have to do that, wouldn’t want you to fall off the cliff or something. And, it’s fine.. Just, you can’t say I didn’t warn you now.” 

And with that, Casey floats out from behind the tree he was hiding behind.. Immediately, there would be more than a few strange things about him. First of all, he was transparent.. one could see the trees behind the cat, albeit with a blue tint from his body.. Second, he was glowing, as well as floating about a foot off the ground, booted feet dangling in the air as he almost imperceptibly bobbed up and down. The cat just gives off a nervous laugh, now that he’s out in the open. 

“So, heheh.. Ta-da, here I am. But.. yeah, the stars are really beautiful. Glad I could find someone else here tonight. And don’t worry about me havin’ to be somewhere, I have literally all the time in the world.” 

Angus finds that sort of amusing. That was kind. He supposed it probably wouldn’t be the brightest idea to remove his glasses. The one thing that kept him seeing the world in as close to the way as others did as possible. His vision would probably be even worse in the dark, and falling off a cliff was not his goal for tonight. He had a boyfriend to go home to, after all. One that he planned on growing old with, so he couldn’t die tonight.

“Ha ha, well, alright. I suppose that wouldn’t be a very bright idea, now, would it?” He relaxes a little, but he’s confused by those peculiar words. “Warned me? Well, uh, alright. I don’t know what you, uh, warned me about, but, I’m sure you’re fine.”

Well. That was… unexpected.

Angus did have to stiffen a little. It wasn’t everyday that you saw a pale, transparent person, glowing in a tint of blue, and hovering above the ground. Despite his very visible legs. But all of that paled in comparison to Angus’ final connection.

This cat…

It couldn’t be…

He was dead. They all knew that now. There was no way this was Casey Hartley before him. No, it had to be some teen pulling a prank. Maybe he was a hologram, and the true person just didn’t feel like coming out. That was fine by him. But the similarities were uncanny. Even if he had hardly known Casey, and Casey likely only knew him as “Gregg’s boyfriend”, there was no way he could deny the resemblance. It was eerie. This… cat… thing..? Looked almost unrealistically like the cat they had lost.

“Uh, yeah. Indeed, you, uh… are.” Angus gives a breezy chuckle, trying to blow off his unease. It wasn’t Casey. It couldn’t be Casey. Get a grip, Delaney.

He smiles softly. “They are, aren’t they? Well, since, uh, neither of us have anywhere else to be… why don’t we go up to the peak and stargaze? It’s such a lovely night for it, after all.” He suggests. “I, uh, might take a minute though. I’ve got asthma, so I’m not, like, really fast at climbing hills.” He gives an apologetic, light shrug. “Uh, you alright with that? I’d be more than happy to have some company. If you’re, like, okay with that.”

He then blinks in realization and gives a soft, light chuckle. “Oh, uh, sorry, I should probably introduce myself, huh?” He gives a soft smile. “Angus Delaney. Just uh, Angus is fine though. What’s, uh, your name?”

The cat notices Angus’s stiffening, and while he expected something a bit more.. dramatic, another part of him didn’t know what to expect, and he was actually glad that he hadn’t freaked out. Maybe people here would be more accepting of ghosts than all the movies he had watched as a kid. Then again, he wasn’t screaming at people and trying to kill them with his head turning around, so there was that. 

“Yeah. Not what you expected, huh? I’m.. pretty glad you’re not screamin’ or runnin’ away or something, though. After all, it’s not every night that a ghost just kinda floats out from the treeline and says hello.” 

Casey briefly looks up at the stars, thinking, before rubbing his chin. The comment about asthma seemed familiar, but he still couldn’t place who this person was… who were they? Why did they seem so familiar to him? A shrug, and his attention is back to to the person in front of him. 

“I’d like that, yeah. And, again, it’s fine, I have a lot of time. Pretty much forever, I think. Haven’t figured it all out yet. If you get hot or sweaty or something, I can help ya, too. I kinda make the air around me cold, though i’m sure the night air’s helpin’ with that already.” 

Its not until Angus states his own name that two and two finally come together for Casey, and he visibly flinches in the air at the sound of the other’s name. So,  this was Gregg’s boyfriend. He knew about him through Gregg, but he had been hoping that they wouldn’t meet just yet. So much for that. After composing himself for a minute, Casey speaks, voice a little shaky again. 

“Uh.. C-casey. Casey Hartley. I.. I think I might know you, heh. You’re Gregg’s boyfriend, right? I used to play in your band.” 

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He gives a gentle, polite laugh. “Ha ha, definitely not. It’s not every night you see uh... a blue cat just floating about. But things have been unusual around here lately anyway, so it doesn’t really bother me.” He blinks. “Why would I scream? You didn’t try to attack me, or, uh, anything. Besides, I’m not much of a screamer anyway. More of a growler, I guess.” He gives a light-hearted shrug, letting his muscles relax. He had a hard time believing this was a ghost. After all, he didn’t believe in them. But if this was prove that ghosts were in fact real, then, well... maybe he’d change his stance.

He didn’t believe in stories, he believed in facts. He loved the pursuit of scientific knowledge, and that knowledge helped him to differentiate reality from religious nonsense. He did have a fascination with the paranormal, though, so this could be interesting. He was intrigued to find out more about this supposed “ghost”.

“You’re uh, a ghost, huh?” Angus blinks. “That’s fascinating, honestly. I, uh, I’ve always had a knack for the paranormal. Never really believed in ghosts, though. Since there isn’t like, evidence for their existence, I guess.” He shrugs. “But if you really are like, a ghost, that’s cool. Fascinating, even. But then wait...” He frowns. “Does that mean you’re dead?” He rubs his head a few times, giving a brisk shake of it afterwards. “Huh. Never thought I’d say that ever.”

He chuckles softly. “Okay. Well, I can meet you at the top. You’ll probably get there faster than me anyway.” He sighs lightly, relaxing. “It’s already pretty brisk, but if I get like, warm, I can just take off my sweater. I have a blouse on underneath, so I’ll be fine.” He smiles softly. “Thanks for the uh, offer, though. That’s nice of you.”

No. That wasn’t possible.

Angus just sort of stares at this supposed apparition before him for a moment. That... that made so much sense, but, at the same time, so little. If this was Casey, then... why was he out here? Why hadn’t he come home? He’d worried Gregg to death, so much so that he and Angus had a lot of pretty nasty fights for a couple weeks after his disappearance. Couldn’t that all have been avoided? Why didn’t Casey come back?

This couldn’t be Casey. Not the Casey Hartley they knew, anyway.

He stares for a few moments longer, before finally blinking and shivering a little. Not from the cold, though, rather in unease. This was definitely turning out to be one strange night. “You’re, uh... right. I.. uh... yeah. I’m Gregg’s boyfriend. But... are you really, uh... our Casey Hartley?” Angus frowns slightly. He was baffled by this, and understandably so. “He... he’s not with us anymore. We learned uh, about his fate in the mines. Then, like... how can you be Casey if.. Casey’s gone?” 

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A Paranormal Stargazing

(Closed RP starter for @blackgoatkitty)

He hated hills. Hated walking sometimes, too. But this park was the best place to see the stars, and he had quite the admiration for space. It was such a pretty sight to see all those glittering balls of gas burning miles and miles away. Really brought a sense of calmness to the bear, and probed at his curiosity. Stargazing was always enjoyable for him.

There was just the issue of getting there.

He pauses in his tracks with a wheeze, resting an arm on his knee. His asthma absolutely sucked. It always kept him from running, and from climbing hills without keeling over after a couple minutes. The climb was going to be excruciatingly long. He would have to text Gregg to let him know he’d be super late getting home.

But he was off doing his thing with Mae, so Angus doubted he’d even see the text if he sent it. He sighed; might as well do it anyway. Unlike Gregg, he at least told him if he’d be out late. When Mae and Gregg went off on their romps, Angus was typically left lounging in their apartment with no clue when Gregg would get home. He hated that feeling. But there wasn’t much he could do about it.

So why not go out and see the stars? It was such a lovely night, after all.

He finally manages to catch his breath, and continues his trudge up the hill. The air was brisk, but he was bundled up in his trusty sweater so he’d be alright. He had hopes for a peaceful night of stargazing, but just like the last time he’d come out here, he figured that his night was gonna be thrown off some way. He just didn’t know how, yet.

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Even though he was dead, there were still plenty of simple joys in life. The stars were one. A thousand tiny points of light in a black sea. The park was a good place to sit and think, too, and that was exactly what he had done a few times since he had become a ghost.. Tonight was no different. 

Well, he thought, at first. Usually, he was alone, but this time, a new person was there. Someone he didn’t recognize, at least not right away. For Casey, floating up to the park had been no issue, and even now, he was completely silent. He was floating out by the trees, for now, out of sight, staring up at the stars. 

It was best that way, anyway.. Didn’t want to spook this person just yet, after all. Maybe if it was some kids, yeah, like those 3 teens or the other kids that would play games about ghosts all the time, but this person looked bigger, and bigger meant more trouble if he scared them. 

While Casey wouldn’t be making any noises, for the moment, there was an unnatural chill in the air around him.. A subtle hint that something very, very wrong was about, or at least something unnatural. After all, he might be able to hide himself in some ways, but in others, it was impossible.  

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The air was colder than it usually was. Angus noted this. It almost felt like… he was being watched. Odd. It could just be some teenagers messing around in the woods that caught wind of him, but… that didn’t make sense. It was so late out. Well, there were probably a few teens that could stay up this late, maybe testing their fear of the dark?

Maybe. But he wouldn’t give it too much thought for the moment.

He makes it up the next portion of the hill before halting again with a wheeze. He might as well send that text to his boyfriend now, while he had to wait for his stupid body to recover. Huffing and wheezing, he pulls out his phone from his pant pocket and sends a quick text to Gregg. It would probably go unseen, but it would at least stop Gregg from worrying about him when he didn’t arrive home at his usual time.

He hoped, anyway.

Then, as he begins his slow trudge up again, he feels those eyes again. Now it was starting to bother him. Before things went any further, he should probably address it. Make sure it wasn’t someone he should be concerned about. Sure he was big, but he was a real softie. He had a hard time fighting people. Most of the time he’d just take the insults that were dished out to him. Probably not the healthiest habit, but Angus didn’t know any better.

He makes it up the next stretch of hill, before turning and peering out at the woods. Where he thought the eyes were coming from. He could still feel the gaze, but he couldn’t see anyone. Strange. Maybe he was just… imagining things? No. That gaze was very prominent. It couldn’t just be his imagination.

But what else could explain it?

“Uh… hello?” He calls out. Better to face this strange individual head-on, rather than avoid it. He wasn’t afraid of ghosts; he didn’t even put forth the thought that they might exist. He didn’t believe in ghostly apparitions; not without evidence of their existence, anyway. He surveys the woods below, frowning softly. “Uh… I’m not here to hurt you. If you wanna, like, show yourself.” He blinks. He would wait a few moments before blowing the incident off entirely.

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Casey freezes up in the air at Angus’s calling of him - crap, crap, how does he know i’m here?? For a moment, he’s still silent, trying to figure out what to do, what to say, then he speaks again, though his voice isn’t very sure. He’s still hidden behind the treeline, only his voice audible, and it was anyone’s guess whether Angus would recognize it or not. 

“Uh… Hi. Thank you for bein’ honest and upfront, but I don’t think you could hurt me if you tried. I’m just here to watch the stars. And as for showin’ myself.. I could if you really want me to, but I don’t think you’d like what you would see.” 

Of course, he had scared away some kids before, and been scared away himself by a strange automaton in the forest, but Angus was an adult, and he didn’t sound scared. Maybe if he just gave up on hiding and showed himself, Casey could make a new friend.. but until he got that confirmation, he wouldn’t. Still had to make sure not to startle the other. 

“An’ don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, either. Heh, I couldn’t if I tried.” 

One part of Casey was hoping Angus would shrug and move on, let him view the stars in peace without spooking someone and possibly having to answer some questions.. but another part of him desperately hoped that Angus would ask him to come out, invite him to stargaze, just assume he was shy instead of a ghost. Being dead was lonely, after all.   

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Angus waits patiently for an answer, and doesn’t seem very phased when he receives one. Though the words that were spoken were… perplexing, to say the least. Why wouldn’t he be honest and upfront? They were in a park. A public place. Sure, it was almost midnight and there was probably no one else around, but it was still a public place.

Why wouldn’t he like what he would see? Without his glasses, he couldn’t see much at all. Just blurry shapes that he was pretty sure were supposed to be people and things. His eyesight was pretty garbage.

“Uh, no problem, I guess.” He replies, giving a small, light smile. This person was out to watch the stars too, huh? How nice. “You’re out to watch the stars too? That’s nice. It’s, uh, a lovely night for stargazing. Uh, you can show yourself, like, if you want to. I can take my glasses off. I can’t see much without them. Like, if that would make you feel more comfortable. Sorry, this is probably pretty strange of me, considering we don’t know each other.” A light, polite chuckle. He tries to make things less awkward, but he’s probably failing miserably. “I’m fond of those who find the stars as pleasant to view as myself.” He simply remarks, giving another soft, polite chuckle. A small smile remains attached to his face, as well.

He hadn’t put two-and-two together yet. The voice was sort of familiar, but when Casey was alive they hadn’t known each other very well. He could partly recognize his voice, but he already knew of the cat’s untimely fate. He didn’t like thinking about it, either.

“Oh, uh, that’s kind of you.” He blinks. “I didn’t think you would anyway, but, um, thanks for confirmation.” That was an… odd thing to say. You could hurt someone without knowing it, probably even easily. Saying that he couldn’t, even if he wanted to, was just… strange. This individual was perplexing, to say the least.

…but Angus almost enjoyed that.

Things were pretty dull in the town, so finding someone as ominous and interesting as this was a rarity. He keeps up his small smile.

“Say, since, uh, you’re out here to watch the stars too, why don’t we watch together? I don’t have anywhere else to be, at least, uh, not for a while. I’d be happy to have some company.” He suggests politely. It would be fun to make a new friend, especially one that he could share his love of space to. He would offer his company, and see if this strange person took it.

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Casey sighs.. half out of relief, half out of resignation. He could take up Angus’s offer of taking his glasses off, but he wouldn’t want to impair the other without it being absolutely necessary, and the more he thought about it, the more he asked himself why it was such a big damn deal others didn’t see him as a ghost. The worst that could happen is that the other would leave, and maybe he wouldn’t even mind. 

“You don’t have to do that, wouldn’t want you to fall off the cliff or something. And, it’s fine.. Just, you can’t say I didn’t warn you now.” 

And with that, Casey floats out from behind the tree he was hiding behind.. Immediately, there would be more than a few strange things about him. First of all, he was transparent.. one could see the trees behind the cat, albeit with a blue tint from his body.. Second, he was glowing, as well as floating about a foot off the ground, booted feet dangling in the air as he almost imperceptibly bobbed up and down. The cat just gives off a nervous laugh, now that he’s out in the open. 

“So, heheh.. Ta-da, here I am. But.. yeah, the stars are really beautiful. Glad I could find someone else here tonight. And don’t worry about me havin’ to be somewhere, I have literally all the time in the world.” 

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Angus finds that sort of amusing. That was kind. He supposed it probably wouldn’t be the brightest idea to remove his glasses. The one thing that kept him seeing the world in as close to the way as others did as possible. His vision would probably be even worse in the dark, and falling off a cliff was not his goal for tonight. He had a boyfriend to go home to, after all. One that he planned on growing old with, so he couldn’t die tonight.

“Ha ha, well, alright. I suppose that wouldn’t be a very bright idea, now, would it?” He relaxes a little, but he’s confused by those peculiar words. “Warned me? Well, uh, alright. I don’t know what you, uh, warned me about, but, I’m sure you’re fine.”

Well. That was... unexpected.

Angus did have to stiffen a little. It wasn’t everyday that you saw a pale, transparent person, glowing in a tint of blue, and hovering above the ground. Despite his very visible legs. But all of that paled in comparison to Angus’ final connection.

This cat...

It couldn’t be...

He was dead. They all knew that now. There was no way this was Casey Hartley before him. No, it had to be some teen pulling a prank. Maybe he was a hologram, and the true person just didn’t feel like coming out. That was fine by him. But the similarities were uncanny. Even if he had hardly known Casey, and Casey likely only knew him as “Gregg’s boyfriend”, there was no way he could deny the resemblance. It was eerie. This... cat... thing..? Looked almost unrealistically like the cat they had lost.

“Uh, yeah. Indeed, you, uh... are.” Angus gives a breezy chuckle, trying to blow off his unease. It wasn’t Casey. It couldn’t be Casey. Get a grip, Delaney.

He smiles softly. “They are, aren’t they? Well, since, uh, neither of us have anywhere else to be... why don’t we go up to the peak and stargaze? It’s such a lovely night for it, after all.” He suggests. “I, uh, might take a minute though. I’ve got asthma, so I’m not, like, really fast at climbing hills.” He gives an apologetic, light shrug. “Uh, you alright with that? I’d be more than happy to have some company. If you’re, like, okay with that.”

He then blinks in realization and gives a soft, light chuckle. “Oh, uh, sorry, I should probably introduce myself, huh?” He gives a soft smile. “Angus Delaney. Just uh, Angus is fine though. What’s, uh, your name?”

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Every pound of those hands on his back felt even better than the last, and Angus enjoyed every moment of it. His loud growl-purrs, that had only continued to get louder bit-by-bit, hadn’t seized since Gregg had started. But Angus could feel Gregg’s arms getting tired, from the way that they started to feel a little lighter against his sore back. That was absolutely fine. Gregg had put forth the effort for him, and Angus couldn’t be happier. Massages were always nice, and his back was feeling a little better. Still sore in a few places, but Angus had expected that. It would go away on it’s own in due time.

The massage definitely helped though, and it felt good, too. To be given so much love and affection… that was incredible. Angus couldn’t be happier right now. Well, the smell of chicken strips had begun to waft into the room, so the only thing that could make this night any better was some food in his belly. He had waited a long while for Gregg to get home, putting off feeding himself. But, honestly? It had been worth it in the end.

Gregg was always worth it to him.

“Heh heh, you’re adorable.” Angus chuckles softly at that comment. Gregg sure had a fascinating view of him. Not that he minded, by any means! He just wasn’t sure if he wasn’t seeing it, or Gregg had just turned to a blind eye to the truth. It didn’t matter, though, Angus was the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life with this fox, so everything was alright.

He hadn’t expected that sudden squeeze and lurches a little in surprise. His purr-like growls became more akin to actual growls for a brief moment, as a soft smirk stretched across his face. What a naughty little fox. That kiss was just as sweet as ever, though, and resurfaced the purrs in his growled voice. He was a growler; always had been, always would be. Gregg seemed to enjoy that, though, which was silly but precious at the same time.

After a few more pounds into his back, and growl-purrs to counter them, Angus chuckles a little as his boyfriend flops onto his back with a whine. The bear reaches back to gently rub his boyfriend’s head, running his hands up Gregg’s ears tenderly. “I suppose it can be considered a form of exercise, cause you are, uh, working your muscles. That’s probably why.” Angus murmurs softly, before lightly adding with a smile. “But you’re massage was like, amazing. Thank you, bug. It like, really helped.”

He caught wind of Gregg’s arms near his sides, and raised a brow. What was Gregg planning now? The food would be done within the next ten-fifteen minutes or so, so they still had a bit of time to do… well, whatever! Angus was curious to see what Gregg was getting up to. “So, uh, like…” He gives a bit of a smirk, and a soft chuckle. “Are you just gonna lay on my back for a while, or, uh… what?”

Gregg just kinda lets out a little huff as he lays there, his arms weak and burning a little, though with what little energy they had, he clamps them around the ursine frame beneath him in a bit of a cuddle, purring a little to himself at the feeling of the bear’s soft flesh around his limbs.

“I mean yeah it felt like exercise but now my arms are all weak and deaaaaad!” He complains, burying his face into Angus’ back for a moment until he adds on to it, making him smile and lift up his head again. “It was? It did? Awwww yeeeeah! Nice!!” That reassurance did wonders for the fox’s mind, making him feel super proud of himself and good about being useful. He shows this by nuzzling into that same gap and purring loudly.

Then the scent of the chicken hit him like a truck and he lets out a low noise of content, becoming distracted from his thoughts by Angus’ question. “Oh, uh… I mean I can get up? And we can get into a more comfortable snuggle position while we wait for the chicken to finish?~” He finishes his reply by gently patting Angus’ side once, before grumbling about the pain and weakness again.

“Ughhhh I hope this recovers soon oh my god…” The fox tries to wiggle his arms a little in an attempt to get some sensation in them, but it just results in him awkwardly shifting on Angus’ back. This… wasn’t working how he’d wanted it to and now he felt dumb. He tries to shift himself off of the bear by moving to the side but again, thats just more weird awkward squirming. Without his arms Gregg was having an awful time doing anything.

“Cap’n help, I can’t live like thiiiiis.”

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Angus continues to gently graze his hand across Gregg’s head and ears, smirking softly as those limp arms tie themselves around his midsection. He chuckles softly as Gregg’s entire face is plunged into his back, letting his growl-purring lighten and soften in volume. “My back feels a lot better already, bug. You must have, uh, magic hands, or something.” He chuckles a little, giving a louder, more purr-like noise as Gregg nestled his face into his back. How adorable.

Those purrs were like a godsend; a blessing to his ears. He could listen to them all day and never get tired of that beautiful sound. Gregg was absolutely brilliant in everything he did. Stunning. He was practically perfection. That made Angus feel all the more luckier and appreciative to have him in his life. And the scent of chicken in the air was only growing stronger, making Angus’ belly a little more vocal about how empty it was. It gave a few soft grumbles, and a pretty loud growl. God, he was starved! Worth it, though. Gregg had achieved one thing with Angus; he would always come above food. That was an accomplishment to be proud of. Nobody else ever came above food. Only his brilliant boyfriend.

“I mean, we don’t have to,” Angus murmurs softly, keeping up a soft smirk, “I was just curious. You can lay on me if that’s, uh, what you wanna do. I’m fine with that.” The pat was nice, and he gives a low, warm growl in response. He keeps up a gentle smile, but it begins to falter.

Gregg sure was whining a lot.. was it really that bad?

He knew massages took a lot, but he didn’t think they took that much. He honestly felt a little bad, as and unhappy Gregg equaled an unhappy Angus. He squirmed awkwardly atop of Angus, and the bear started to feel sort of guilty for taking the massage. Sure, Gregg had offered, but Angus would still feel bad about it. Especially if it left Gregg in an uncomfortable state like this.

“Here, uh... give me a second.”

The bear wriggles around a little, before finally shifting enough that he could turn around. He stretches a little, his back having become sort of stiff. He relaxes again as he gently lifts Gregg by his armpits. He heaves him on top of him and lays flat on his back. He puts his arms around Gregg, and gently caresses his head with one of his hands. “That better, bug?” Angus asked softly, leaning up and planting a soft peck between his eyes. He hoped this was more comfortable. “You can, uh, rest your arms. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was gonna take so much out of you. If I’d have known, I’d, uh, not have let you do that to yourself.” He plants a few more gentle, yet tender, kisses on his boyfriend’s face. Dotting them across that gorgeous golden face.

“We can lay here until the, uh, chicken strips are ready. If you’re okay with, uh, that.” He gives a gentle smile, trying to relax with his boyfriend’s smaller frame now resting upon him. His belly gives another growl and his face flushes a little. “Eh heh... I hope they’re done, like, soon. I don’t know how much longer I can, uh, go without food.” Angus admits sheepishly, before planting another kiss between Gregg’s eyes. “Uh, it’s okay, though. I’d rather eat with you, uh, anyway. It’s lonely without you.”

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Well, that sure was a problem.

Angus was there, obviously not OK, and there was nobody else Selma knew in sight. Sure, she wasn’t a “cold, emotionless monster” that didn’t know or care about how to comfort people, but she sure as hell wasn’t good at doing it either. Specially with the other bear, after all they didn’t speak a lot, and even when they did it was never a very serious or sensitive subject.

She had to try anyways. Better try and comfort Angus than having to phone Gregg as if she was some kind of babysitter that didn’t get enough instructions from the parents who hired her.

“Hey, uh… Hey. It’s… It’s fine…” She bit her lip, getting closer to him. “It’s… It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here for you. You don’t have to think about that anymore, alright? It’s okay…”

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“Oh yeah, Blood Gorgon! Geez, “Blood Gargoyle“ was almost there.“ She pressed her hand against her face, sighing lightly. Good one Selma, you managed to confuse the names of two very different creatures. At least it was over now, just had to let Angus do his thing and go home.

She did notice Angus wiping his eyes again, and felt kinda bad for walking into him like that. First time in ages she had come into the video outpost, and she had already managed to embarrass and possibly upset someone. Not that it was directly her fault, she’d have come back later if she saw him crying through the showcase (damn those obnoxious old posters that blocked the view), and it was not like she had chosen this specific moment to arrive, but it was still unfortunate she had to walk on him like that.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Blood Gorgon.“ Selma nodded. “My mom’s been craving this movie for whatever reason, she’d killed me if she heard me saying the name wrong out loud. But anyways, let’s go.“

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“Ha ha, it’s no problem.” Angus gives a light, polite chuckle, trying to both ease his own bad feelings and make this conversation a tad less awkward. He wasn’t certain if that was working or not, though. “You were close enough. I had, uh, I had a feeling that was what you were after.” The bear begins to drift back towards the counter, gesturing for her to follow.

“Really? Your mom into those sorts of movies?” Angus asked politely, a twinge of curiosity to his well-mannered voice. He always sounded so calm, quiet... and possibly even monotone. Lacking in much feeling. Not because he didn’t show emotion, because he showed a lot of it in personal times, he just preferred to not show it to the public. He already got enough bashing for being overweight, and having the audacity to have a boyfriend in a small, super religious town. He didn’t need his reputation to be that he was a softie that cried his eyes out more than he’d like to admit.

That would be a nightmare come true.

Time to get Selma rung up and out the door. He politely takes the case from her for a moment and rings it up, before handing it back to her with a simple smile adorned on his face. “There you go. I hope you enjoy it.” He keeps his kind, light smile up.

Before she could turn to leave, however, he quickly adds. “Thanks, uh, again. For not telling anyone about this. Means, uh, means a lot to me.” He gives a bit of a wider, friendly smile. It did mean a lot to him, even from someone he didn’t know very well like Selma. 

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Well, that sure was a problem.

Angus was there, obviously not OK, and there was nobody else Selma knew in sight. Sure, she wasn’t a “cold, emotionless monster” that didn’t know or care about how to comfort people, but she sure as hell wasn’t good at doing it either. Specially with the other bear, after all they didn’t speak a lot, and even when they did it was never a very serious or sensitive subject.

She had to try anyways. Better try and comfort Angus than having to phone Gregg as if she was some kind of babysitter that didn’t get enough instructions from the parents who hired her.

“Hey, uh… Hey. It’s… It’s fine…” She bit her lip, getting closer to him. “It’s… It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here for you. You don’t have to think about that anymore, alright? It’s okay…”

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He absolutely despised crying. He’d cried an ocean’s worth of tears in his youth alone, he didn’t need to add to that. Especially in public; that was one of his biggest fears. And yet here he was, bawling his eyes out on the counter at his workplace.

The place had been relatively quiet after that last bout of slurs, and Angus just couldn’t hold back his hurt anymore. He resorted to crying on the counter. His manager wasn’t around for the moment, and there were no customers that needed his attention. Or a punching bag. A lot of people just came in to use him for that purpose now. It was awful.

And it had eaten him up to his breaking point.

Then there was a voice. Oh shit. Somebody had just strolled in and found him bawling on the counter. Great. Just what he needed. Wait.. was that voice… trying to comfort him? It sounded familiar, too. Not super familiar, but enough so that Angus could probably name who this was.

He tries to force himself to stop crying, but he’d opened the faucets and now he couldn’t shut them again. He hiccups as he cries, eventually pulling his glasses away with an arm and swiping his sweater arm across his eyes. “I-I’m o-okay… I’m… f-fine…” He mumbles hoarsely. He finally peers up at whoever was trying to console him.

“I… u-uh… t-thank y-you for…” He drifts for a second, then shakes his head. “T-r-rying. But… I’m o-okay. I-i’m, uh…” He sighs. He squints a little trying to make out the form of this person, but his eyesight was garbage so that was to no avail. “Sorry, that you had to… uh… s-see me like this.” He swipes his face again with his arm sweater.

“U-uh… did you need… something?” 

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That… Didn’t work, admittedly, but at least he had stopped crying. It was pretty unusual to enter a store and see the only employee crying on the counter, but Selma couldn’t blame him. She had had her own breakdowns​ in her Ham Panther employment time, but luckily for her no one walked on her having them.

Oh wow, she really shouldn’t be there, huh?

Welp, no turning back now. Selma had to somehow make Angus feel better, and also get the movie she was originally there for. That was going to be tricky.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I won’t… I won’t tell anyone about… Uh, this.” She nodded. “I just wanna get the… Shit, what was it called…” She mumbled that last part, reaching for her phone to see if she had written it down. Out of batteries. Great.

“You know, the… The… Blood Gargoyle? No, that wasn’t it…”

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“T-th-anks, heh heh…” Angus mumbles softly, giving another quick swipe of his sweater sleeve across his eyes before going to place his glasses back on. That was sweet of her to try and help him. He blinks as he sets his glasses across his snout, looking back up at who had tried to console him. Hmm… she looked familiar. She was a bear too, it seemed. There weren’t a lot of bears hanging around this town anyway, maybe one or two.

“Uh… Selma, right?” Angus tilts his head, shifting himself to stand upright again. He sniffles a little, fighting back the onslaught of more tears. No more crying, Angus. Or, at least, if he really needed to cry he could go hide away and do so. The public didn’t need to see him at his lowest point. The humiliation would just make it worse. “T-thanks again.”

At least she hadn’t mocked him. That was… really kind of her. There weren’t a lot of people in this town that wouldn’t mock him for crying like that. As sad as that was to say.

He listens to what she says, blinking in confusion. “Uh, I can take you into the back and you can look for it? I don’t think we uh, have anything titled that, but… I’d be happy to help you find what you’re looking for.” Angus shifts a little, before stepping out from behind the counter. “Come on.” He begins proceeding into the back, hoping for her to follow.

“Do you know what genre it is?”

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Angus looked better now, though she still knew he wasn’t alright. Selma knew way too well about pretending, and she definitely felt that Angus was doing so. Still, she didn’t know the guy that well, and even if she did she was still really bad at comforting people. 

Maybe the solution was just pretending all of that never happened. She just walked into the video outpost, and Angus was there ready to assist her, definitely happy and not crying.

“Sure.“ Selma started following him into the back of the store. “It’s… Horror, I think? Kinda feels like suspense, but the internet page did say horror. It’s about… A blood… Creature. And some schoolgirls bring sacrifices to it too I think? I should really have written this stuff down, huh…“

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“No, no, it’s fine. I, uh, let me see what we have.” Angus reassured in his soft, well-mannered tone of voice. He goes through the shelves of movies until he found the shelf with movies listed under horror. He peers through them. He even pulls a couple out and scans the back of the box, trying to see if the details lined up with what Selma had described.

He hums quietly to himself as he looks, before finally pulling out a case and glimpsing over the details on the back. This looked the most promising. “Uh, is this it?” He holds the movie out to her, as if to show it off. “It looks like, uh, the closest thing we have to what you described, so, uh. Take a look and let me know if this is the one.” He gestured for her to take the case. Give it a glimpse over, make sure it was the right one.

Angus, on the other hand, shifts his glasses forward slightly so that he can rub his eyes again with his other sweater sleeve. He would still have to recover from his breakdown, but the work day was almost over, so, he hoped he’d be alright. Maybe helping Selma find what she was looking for would give his mood a boost.

He dreaded the premise of her taking this experience and running off with it, though. Shouting out to everyone about how he’d had a breakdown during his shift. That would be disastrous. The mocking would become so intense he’d probably break down again. Angus had to trust her; she was kind enough to not mock him, so... maybe she’d keep her mouth shut? Time could only tell.

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“You and me both, bug.” He sighs softly. It must be the weight. It had to be. Angus had no idea what else it could be. Maybe he’d strained something? Maybe he’d slept awkwardly? Both of those were possibilities as well. But his little gain of weight seemed like the most obvious possibility. Whatever was causing it, Angus needed to know. He wanted to relax and be able to just enjoy the limited time he had with his boyfriend tonight without his back nagging at him. He smiles softly. That was sweet. “You’re sweet, hun.” He pecks him on the forehead, a warm smile embracing his face. “I’m sure it’ll get sorted out somehow. I’ll be okay.”

He’s still rather embarrassed at how vocal his belly had become, but he relaxes as Gregg’s soft hand did it’s work across his rolls of fat. He rumbles softly, growl-purrs becoming louder with each trace of Gregg’s hand across his sweet spot. His growl-purrs grow louder with each stroke, the bear smiling almost giddily. It felt so good to be loved, especially by someone as incredible as his oh-so loving boyfriend. Gregg had rights to touch his belly; nobody else Angus knew did. His belly was to be touched by Gregg’s hands alone, if he so desired it. Showed just how much Angus trusted and loved his boyfriend.

God, he fell more in love just thinking about everything that made Gregg incredible, which seemed impossible. How could he love his boyfriend more than he already did? He had no idea, but god damn he did. Gregg always found a way to make Angus love him more. He was just that special, he supposed. A special catch that the bear would never let go of.

“That’s very fair, bug.” Angus chuckles softly. Gregg was so adorable, Angus found chuckling at his cuteness just instinct now. “Go ahead then, you goof.” He chuckles a little louder, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. It always felt amazing to be cared for; let alone loved as strongly as Gregg loved him. That was just astounding.

He finds himself shuddering a little as his neck is given a smooch, but not in a bad way. Angus had a number of sensitive spots dabbled across his body, and his neck was certainly one of them. He lets out a happy, yet short-lived, little growl to show his contentedness. That felt amazing. Gregg sure knew how to love him right.

The rubbing starts and Angus already begins to feel a little bit better. Maybe it was just an illusion; his love for Gregg causing him to forget his back pain and focus on those loving, working hands. Or maybe Gregg’s hands truly were magical. But he gives out loud, long growl-purrs as his back is kneaded and rubbed. It’s a bit rough for his taste, but he hadn’t expected Gregg to be extremely delicate. He wasn’t a professional; and the fact that he was even giving massaging a swing just for Angus was the sweetest thing. So it was forgiven and forgotten as Angus just enjoyed every second of the love Gregg placed upon him.

“T-thanks for this bug,” He mumbles softly between growls, his growl-purrs only getting louder and almost obnoxious with each knead into his back. The pain had definitely dulled, and Angus could already feel some of the relief. Though, honestly? Now that Gregg had started… Angus wasn’t entirely sure he wanted him to stop. “You’re the sweetest.”

The sound of Angus’ growling at the tummy rubs gave Gregg such a positive burst of energy. He loved hearing Angus enjoy when he did that, because the bear was self-conscious usually and Gregg liked that part of his body, so it was always a nice win-win situation for the duo. He’d have to remember to give Angus plenty of belly rubs when it had been filled with the chicken strips that were still cooking, a little early for the scent of chicken to flood the place but Gregg was subconsciously picking up on that and felt his mouth watering a little. He couldn’t wait for the bear’s cooking to find it’s place on a plate and then into the fox’s mouth. Angus’ food was always the best.

He found the noises Angus made fairly cute, as he did with almost everything the bear did. Angus was just, like, if someone told him Angus was an unearthly being who’d fell from the heavens, he would believe them, or at least try his hardest to, because he felt that was true. Angus was way too good to be of this world. Maybe he was secretly a demigod who didnt know about it? That was something nice to think about heh…

The fox laughs softly at the shudder the bear gives upon receiving the kiss, smirking a bit as he was well aware of that spot being sensitive as he’d often gave it the occassional kiss and nuzzle during snuggle sessions. He’d contemplated bringing that to the bedroom but wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it, not with someone who was fairly sensitive to physical pain like his boyfriend.

The loud noises that emanate from his boyfriend give Gregg a sense of renewed hope, making his tail wag a little and urging him to be somewhat gentler as a precaution, but still rough enough that he would actually be getting to the muscles in the bear’s back. Didn’t take a genius to know that it was the muscles that were causing the aching, and even if Gregg wasn’t really smart by any real standards, he was still at a decent academic level, having left high school with average-C grades, much to the surprise of some students who saw him as one of those cool kids who would grow up to only be criminals because their grades were too poor to get them decent jobs. The only reason Gregg and Angus couldn’t get better ones was their location. Possum Springs had virtually nothing to offer and everyone was smalltown garbage so there were no really high-level jobs in the area.

But that tangent should be closed to Gregg can focus on tending to his boyfriend’s poor back. Truth be told, Gregg was getting somewhat tired already. Massaging was pretty strenuous on the arms to his surprise, but he tried to get as much in as he possibly could. Can’t really half-ass a job like this, Angus was worth the uncomfortable feeling in his limbs and those growls were only telling him that he was enjoying it, maybe even getting a result. That made Gregg happy, though he was also happy to be touching the naked back of his bear because that was an extra bit of squishiness he usually couldn’t reach by normal means as Angus was too wide for his small arms to wrap around. Not like that was bad by any means.

“Heheh, I try to be, Cap’n! I’d do anything for the hottest guy in the world~” He responds, letting a hand stray off of Angus’ back and to the bear’s side to give his love handle a quick, loving grope. He also leans down to plant a kiss in the space between Angus’ shoulderblades, purring at the bear before eventually feeling the strain catch up to him and gently flopping on the bear’s back with his tiny body. “Aaaaagh, who decided massaging should be so hard on the aaaaaarms!” He whines, said limbs just lazily falling to Gregg’s sides, and by extention, Angus’. Nice.

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Every pound of those hands on his back felt even better than the last, and Angus enjoyed every moment of it. His loud growl-purrs, that had only continued to get louder bit-by-bit, hadn’t seized since Gregg had started. But Angus could feel Gregg’s arms getting tired, from the way that they started to feel a little lighter against his sore back. That was absolutely fine. Gregg had put forth the effort for him, and Angus couldn’t be happier. Massages were always nice, and his back was feeling a little better. Still sore in a few places, but Angus had expected that. It would go away on it’s own in due time.

The massage definitely helped though, and it felt good, too. To be given so much love and affection... that was incredible. Angus couldn’t be happier right now. Well, the smell of chicken strips had begun to waft into the room, so the only thing that could make this night any better was some food in his belly. He had waited a long while for Gregg to get home, putting off feeding himself. But, honestly? It had been worth it in the end.

Gregg was always worth it to him.

“Heh heh, you’re adorable.” Angus chuckles softly at that comment. Gregg sure had a fascinating view of him. Not that he minded, by any means! He just wasn’t sure if he wasn’t seeing it, or Gregg had just turned to a blind eye to the truth. It didn’t matter, though, Angus was the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life with this fox, so everything was alright.

He hadn’t expected that sudden squeeze and lurches a little in surprise. His purr-like growls became more akin to actual growls for a brief moment, as a soft smirk stretched across his face. What a naughty little fox. That kiss was just as sweet as ever, though, and resurfaced the purrs in his growled voice. He was a growler; always had been, always would be. Gregg seemed to enjoy that, though, which was silly but precious at the same time.

After a few more pounds into his back, and growl-purrs to counter them, Angus chuckles a little as his boyfriend flops onto his back with a whine. The bear reaches back to gently rub his boyfriend’s head, running his hands up Gregg’s ears tenderly. “I suppose it can be considered a form of exercise, cause you are, uh, working your muscles. That’s probably why.” Angus murmurs softly, before lightly adding with a smile. “But you’re massage was like, amazing. Thank you, bug. It like, really helped.”

He caught wind of Gregg’s arms near his sides, and raised a brow. What was Gregg planning now? The food would be done within the next ten-fifteen minutes or so, so they still had a bit of time to do... well, whatever! Angus was curious to see what Gregg was getting up to. “So, uh, like...” He gives a bit of a smirk, and a soft chuckle. “Are you just gonna lay on my back for a while, or, uh... what?”

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A Paranormal Stargazing

(Closed RP starter for @blackgoatkitty)

He hated hills. Hated walking sometimes, too. But this park was the best place to see the stars, and he had quite the admiration for space. It was such a pretty sight to see all those glittering balls of gas burning miles and miles away. Really brought a sense of calmness to the bear, and probed at his curiosity. Stargazing was always enjoyable for him.

There was just the issue of getting there.

He pauses in his tracks with a wheeze, resting an arm on his knee. His asthma absolutely sucked. It always kept him from running, and from climbing hills without keeling over after a couple minutes. The climb was going to be excruciatingly long. He would have to text Gregg to let him know he’d be super late getting home.

But he was off doing his thing with Mae, so Angus doubted he’d even see the text if he sent it. He sighed; might as well do it anyway. Unlike Gregg, he at least told him if he’d be out late. When Mae and Gregg went off on their romps, Angus was typically left lounging in their apartment with no clue when Gregg would get home. He hated that feeling. But there wasn’t much he could do about it.

So why not go out and see the stars? It was such a lovely night, after all.

He finally manages to catch his breath, and continues his trudge up the hill. The air was brisk, but he was bundled up in his trusty sweater so he’d be alright. He had hopes for a peaceful night of stargazing, but just like the last time he’d come out here, he figured that his night was gonna be thrown off some way. He just didn’t know how, yet.

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Even though he was dead, there were still plenty of simple joys in life. The stars were one. A thousand tiny points of light in a black sea. The park was a good place to sit and think, too, and that was exactly what he had done a few times since he had become a ghost.. Tonight was no different. 

Well, he thought, at first. Usually, he was alone, but this time, a new person was there. Someone he didn’t recognize, at least not right away. For Casey, floating up to the park had been no issue, and even now, he was completely silent. He was floating out by the trees, for now, out of sight, staring up at the stars. 

It was best that way, anyway.. Didn’t want to spook this person just yet, after all. Maybe if it was some kids, yeah, like those 3 teens or the other kids that would play games about ghosts all the time, but this person looked bigger, and bigger meant more trouble if he scared them. 

While Casey wouldn’t be making any noises, for the moment, there was an unnatural chill in the air around him.. A subtle hint that something very, very wrong was about, or at least something unnatural. After all, he might be able to hide himself in some ways, but in others, it was impossible.  

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The air was colder than it usually was. Angus noted this. It almost felt like… he was being watched. Odd. It could just be some teenagers messing around in the woods that caught wind of him, but… that didn’t make sense. It was so late out. Well, there were probably a few teens that could stay up this late, maybe testing their fear of the dark?

Maybe. But he wouldn’t give it too much thought for the moment.

He makes it up the next portion of the hill before halting again with a wheeze. He might as well send that text to his boyfriend now, while he had to wait for his stupid body to recover. Huffing and wheezing, he pulls out his phone from his pant pocket and sends a quick text to Gregg. It would probably go unseen, but it would at least stop Gregg from worrying about him when he didn’t arrive home at his usual time.

He hoped, anyway.

Then, as he begins his slow trudge up again, he feels those eyes again. Now it was starting to bother him. Before things went any further, he should probably address it. Make sure it wasn’t someone he should be concerned about. Sure he was big, but he was a real softie. He had a hard time fighting people. Most of the time he’d just take the insults that were dished out to him. Probably not the healthiest habit, but Angus didn’t know any better.

He makes it up the next stretch of hill, before turning and peering out at the woods. Where he thought the eyes were coming from. He could still feel the gaze, but he couldn’t see anyone. Strange. Maybe he was just… imagining things? No. That gaze was very prominent. It couldn’t just be his imagination.

But what else could explain it?

“Uh… hello?” He calls out. Better to face this strange individual head-on, rather than avoid it. He wasn’t afraid of ghosts; he didn’t even put forth the thought that they might exist. He didn’t believe in ghostly apparitions; not without evidence of their existence, anyway. He surveys the woods below, frowning softly. “Uh… I’m not here to hurt you. If you wanna, like, show yourself.” He blinks. He would wait a few moments before blowing the incident off entirely.

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Casey freezes up in the air at Angus’s calling of him - crap, crap, how does he know i’m here?? For a moment, he’s still silent, trying to figure out what to do, what to say, then he speaks again, though his voice isn’t very sure. He’s still hidden behind the treeline, only his voice audible, and it was anyone’s guess whether Angus would recognize it or not. 

“Uh… Hi. Thank you for bein’ honest and upfront, but I don’t think you could hurt me if you tried. I’m just here to watch the stars. And as for showin’ myself.. I could if you really want me to, but I don’t think you’d like what you would see.” 

Of course, he had scared away some kids before, and been scared away himself by a strange automaton in the forest, but Angus was an adult, and he didn’t sound scared. Maybe if he just gave up on hiding and showed himself, Casey could make a new friend.. but until he got that confirmation, he wouldn’t. Still had to make sure not to startle the other. 

“An’ don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, either. Heh, I couldn’t if I tried.” 

One part of Casey was hoping Angus would shrug and move on, let him view the stars in peace without spooking someone and possibly having to answer some questions.. but another part of him desperately hoped that Angus would ask him to come out, invite him to stargaze, just assume he was shy instead of a ghost. Being dead was lonely, after all.   

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Angus waits patiently for an answer, and doesn’t seem very phased when he receives one. Though the words that were spoken were... perplexing, to say the least. Why wouldn’t he be honest and upfront? They were in a park. A public place. Sure, it was almost midnight and there was probably no one else around, but it was still a public place.

Why wouldn’t he like what he would see? Without his glasses, he couldn’t see much at all. Just blurry shapes that he was pretty sure were supposed to be people and things. His eyesight was pretty garbage.

“Uh, no problem, I guess.” He replies, giving a small, light smile. This person was out to watch the stars too, huh? How nice. “You’re out to watch the stars too? That’s nice. It’s, uh, a lovely night for stargazing. Uh, you can show yourself, like, if you want to. I can take my glasses off. I can’t see much without them. Like, if that would make you feel more comfortable. Sorry, this is probably pretty strange of me, considering we don’t know each other.” A light, polite chuckle. He tries to make things less awkward, but he’s probably failing miserably. “I’m fond of those who find the stars as pleasant to view as myself.” He simply remarks, giving another soft, polite chuckle. A small smile remains attached to his face, as well.

He hadn’t put two-and-two together yet. The voice was sort of familiar, but when Casey was alive they hadn’t known each other very well. He could partly recognize his voice, but he already knew of the cat’s untimely fate. He didn’t like thinking about it, either.

“Oh, uh, that’s kind of you.” He blinks. “I didn’t think you would anyway, but, um, thanks for confirmation.” That was an... odd thing to say. You could hurt someone without knowing it, probably even easily. Saying that he couldn’t, even if he wanted to, was just... strange. This individual was perplexing, to say the least.

...but Angus almost enjoyed that.

Things were pretty dull in the town, so finding someone as ominous and interesting as this was a rarity. He keeps up his small smile.

“Say, since, uh, you’re out here to watch the stars too, why don’t we watch together? I don’t have anywhere else to be, at least, uh, not for a while. I’d be happy to have some company.” He suggests politely. It would be fun to make a new friend, especially one that he could share his love of space to. He would offer his company, and see if this strange person took it.

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“Well, it’s not killing me per say,” Angus mumbles, giving his back another few rubs. “And I typically come home with a sore back anyway. But, uh, it’s worse than usual. No idea, uh, why that is. But honestly, it’ll be fine. It usually goes away on it’s own after a little while. I’ll be better in the morning.” He gives a gentle look. “No need to be, uh, sorry, bug. It’s not your fault.”

He enjoys pressing his lips into that lithe, warm body of his boyfriend immensely. Loved every part of him. There wasn’t anything Angus could say that he hated about Gregg; even if there were a few things that got on his nerves sometimes. He was madly in love with what he had; he didn’t think he’d ever want anything else.

Once the smooch subsides, and Angus finally manages to catch up to his breath, he relaxes and cuddles his boyfriend with ease. The reminder of food made his belly grumble, almost with a snarky attitude. His stomach did not like it when Angus didn’t feed it. It was a grouchy stomach it was when it didn’t receive food. It reminds him of this by emitting a loud growl, much to Angus’ embarrassment.

“Jeez, I, uh, I never really considered how hungry I, like, really am.” Angus chuckled sheepishly, his face flushed a bright, cherry red. He pats his belly a few times, vainly trying to settle it. He blinks in surprise at that next statement though, before giving a soft smile as his nose received a delightful pecking. God, Gregg was precious.

“That’s sweet, bug. Uh, you can, if you’d like. I’ll be fine either way, but that’s really sweet of you to uh, want to help.” Angus murmurs softly, shifting a little. “Here, uh…” He plants a kiss between Gregg’s eyes before shifting a little so that Gregg had easy access to his back. “You can, uh, go ahead. If you want to, and stuff. I appreciate it.” He murmurs gently, shifting a little. His back pain had eased a little, but Angus could still definitely feel it. God, why was his body so incapable of holding itself together?

“I know you always come home sore from standing around for eight hours and thats why I wanna help!” He didn’t like hearing that his pain was unusually worse, and the only factor he could think of that had been different was the extra weight, which if it was the case, would probably have to be lost to bring Angus back to his normal level of lesser pain. Even if Gregg wouldn’t like that, he’d want Angus to be more comfortable regardless. “I hope whatever it was that made it hurt more gets sorted out, Cap’n… whatever it is, i’ll support you anyway I can.”

Gregg can’t help but chuckle a little at the growl from the bear’s tum, giving it a quick gentle rub to try to appease the hungry beast. It’d get filled soon, though that was more an excuse to touch it to Gregg. He loved feeling Angus’ belly, it was such a good tum. Angus was perfect. A very good bear. He had some flaws, a couple of which were really bad and ones Gregg wished he could help with, namely the god-awful asthma he had and the aforementioned back pain, but that would be all he could think to want to change, the super negative things that would make Angus’ life better.

“Heheh, if i’d like. I just offered it to ya didn’t I? I wanna give it a shot if it’ll make you feel better! I’d rather have you be in a little pain rather than a lot, because if you’re in a lot of pain you won’t be able to enjoy things as much and that would suuuuck!” He responds with a smile, squeaking a little at the kiss that caused his eyes to cross. He was ecstatic to be given the chance to potentially help Angus out with this problem, and if it went well, he could do it more often and make him feel good easier!

 The fox lets out a soft chuckle afterwards and gives Angus a quick kiss on the neck now that it was available to him and he rubs his hands together for a bit of heat before working on the bear’s back, rubbing and kneading at it in a soft, yet rough fashion, which he’d thought would be how massaging would be. From what Gregg could tell, he was doing a decent job at it, but the only real way to know would be to see how much it alleviated the pain from his boyfriend, if it did at all. Even if not, this would probably just be a cute little session of love between the two that they’d enjoy regardless.

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“You and me both, bug.” He sighs softly. It must be the weight. It had to be. Angus had no idea what else it could be. Maybe he’d strained something? Maybe he’d slept awkwardly? Both of those were possibilities as well. But his little gain of weight seemed like the most obvious possibility. Whatever was causing it, Angus needed to know. He wanted to relax and be able to just enjoy the limited time he had with his boyfriend tonight without his back nagging at him. He smiles softly. That was sweet. “You’re sweet, hun.” He pecks him on the forehead, a warm smile embracing his face. “I’m sure it’ll get sorted out somehow. I’ll be okay.”

He’s still rather embarrassed at how vocal his belly had become, but he relaxes as Gregg’s soft hand did it’s work across his rolls of fat. He rumbles softly, growl-purrs becoming louder with each trace of Gregg’s hand across his sweet spot. His growl-purrs grow louder with each stroke, the bear smiling almost giddily. It felt so good to be loved, especially by someone as incredible as his oh-so loving boyfriend. Gregg had rights to touch his belly; nobody else Angus knew did. His belly was to be touched by Gregg’s hands alone, if he so desired it. Showed just how much Angus trusted and loved his boyfriend.

God, he fell more in love just thinking about everything that made Gregg incredible, which seemed impossible. How could he love his boyfriend more than he already did? He had no idea, but god damn he did. Gregg always found a way to make Angus love him more. He was just that special, he supposed. A special catch that the bear would never let go of.

“That’s very fair, bug.” Angus chuckles softly. Gregg was so adorable, Angus found chuckling at his cuteness just instinct now. “Go ahead then, you goof.” He chuckles a little louder, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. It always felt amazing to be cared for; let alone loved as strongly as Gregg loved him. That was just astounding.

He finds himself shuddering a little as his neck is given a smooch, but not in a bad way. Angus had a number of sensitive spots dabbled across his body, and his neck was certainly one of them. He lets out a happy, yet short-lived, little growl to show his contentedness. That felt amazing. Gregg sure knew how to love him right.

The rubbing starts and Angus already begins to feel a little bit better. Maybe it was just an illusion; his love for Gregg causing him to forget his back pain and focus on those loving, working hands. Or maybe Gregg’s hands truly were magical. But he gives out loud, long growl-purrs as his back is kneaded and rubbed. It’s a bit rough for his taste, but he hadn’t expected Gregg to be extremely delicate. He wasn’t a professional; and the fact that he was even giving massaging a swing just for Angus was the sweetest thing. So it was forgiven and forgotten as Angus just enjoyed every second of the love Gregg placed upon him.

“T-thanks for this bug,” He mumbles softly between growls, his growl-purrs only getting louder and almost obnoxious with each knead into his back. The pain had definitely dulled, and Angus could already feel some of the relief. Though, honestly? Now that Gregg had started... Angus wasn’t entirely sure he wanted him to stop. “You’re the sweetest.”

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I grant you the most delicious pizza in the world. But it's double the calories of a normal pizza. Will you eat it?

“Ohhhh jeez... uh... I... I uh...

...It looks so good, but....

Agh! I know I shouldn’t, but, I, uh, I can’t help myself! I’ll eat it! I know I’m gonna regret it later, but I can’t resist...!”