@multiismut cont. from (x)
"Someone's gettin' my heel right up their rectum--"
Crass words, the usual for Angel-- especially when worked up into a huff. Wasn't like a wardrobe malfunction was end of the world, nothing he hadn't shown of very voluntarily before (proper chest coverage was optional when he looked this good)-- but he'd paid some damn good money for this tight-ass dress. More than that, he'd had Husk on the brain mid-purchase-- elegant, tight, mildly more conservative than his usual, yet the silhouette didn't leave too much to the imagination. And now??
....And now Husk's paw was kneading right into the exposed fur, and Angel forgot why the hell he was even mad. The outfit wasn't busted, it just needed a little accessorizing.
"Ain't you a gentleman~" Clicks and purrs reverbed from his chest, rattling right against Husk's paw, accented by coy curve to his lip. "Plannin' on keepin' me covered like that for tha' night?"
