#angsty angus

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“I hate everything.” “No, Angus.”

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Angus: *ruffles Nettle's hair* Favorite husband.

Nettle: This phrase raises some questions.

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You never let me do ANYTHING self destructive! ;-;

Angus, depressed, to his husband, Nettle

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Ezra: You live in a cave!

Angus: A cave with style! You live in dirt! That's all it is!

Ezra: MY STYLE IS LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

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Angus: Sorry, I just didn't expect to get excited over CHAIRS.

Charlie: *claps Angus on the back* You're GAY.

Charlie: Don't worry. *leans in* I won't tell Nettle.

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Nettle:

Oh. Okay. Hoo boy. Okay fuck. Okay. I realize we haven't been active for like a year or more and I also realize we have few followers and it's ridiculous because this past stretch has been the period we've been the MOST ACTIVE and we have some updates that are FUCKIN FANTASTIC.

But the only update than I wanna talk about today is that Angus and I are GETTING MARRIED. That's right. We're gonna be husbands. It all goes down on Valentine's Day.

I am so goddamn thrilled to be planning for the rest of my life with him.

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Nettle, looking at the body in the mirror: This is like the perfect size for me. 'Cause I'm chubby, so there's minimal body dysmorphia. Well. Besides like, the boobs. But they're not too bad. I mean, do YOU like them?

Angus, silently laughing: They're just not YOU.

Nettle: That's fair. But they don't make me that dysphoric. They're like a costume. Like, I don't want to say drag, because that's like, really dramatic. But, idk. What do YOU think about using this body?

Angus: Mmmm. As long as I can cover it up with dark clothes and a scowl then I'm good.

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Nettle: Hey! How come you get to front?

Angus: Do you want to front?

Nettle: That's okay; I'm fine with you fronting.