Angel Dust had been watching Husk all evening with a knowing grin that never quite left his face.
Husk noticed. Of course he noticed.
“Quit starin’, Spider,” Husk muttered, flicking his tail irritably as he wiped down the bar. “You’re makin’ me nervous.”
Angel leaned against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “Nervous? You? Please. I’ve seen you stare down literal demons without blinkin’.”
“Yeah, well, you’re worse.”
“Aw, I’m flattered.”
Husk huffed, turning away—mistake number one.
Angel’s eyes flicked down, catching the slight twitch of Husk’s wings as they adjusted behind him.
And that’s when the idea hit.
“Ohhh,” Angel purred. “I just realized somethin’.”
Husk froze. “…Don’t.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet.”
“Don’t matter. I know that tone.”
Too late.
In one quick movement, Angel slipped behind the bar and grabbed Husk by the sides, fingers digging right into the sensitive base of his wings.
Husk yelped—an actual, undignified yelp—as his wings flared out instinctively.
“ANGEL—!”
“Oh my god, you’re sensitive here!” Angel laughed, wiggling his fingers against the wing joints.
“H-HEHEY—! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT—!” Husk’s voice broke into a sharp laugh he clearly hadn’t meant to let out. His knees buckled slightly as he tried to twist away.
Angel didn’t let him.
Instead, he switched tactics—one hand still teasing the wings while the other darted around to Husk’s stomach.
“Hm, let’s test this too…”
“Don’t you da—!” Husk’s protest dissolved instantly as Angel scribbled across his stomach.
“Oh this is gold,” Angel said, grinning wide. “You act all tough, but you’re this ticklish?”
“S-SHUHUHUHUHUT UP—!” Husk barked, though it came out between helpless laughter. His claws lightly pushed at Angel’s arms, but not nearly as forcefully as he probably could’ve.
Angel noticed that too.
“Aw, you’re barely even fightin’ back,” he teased. “C’mon, Husky, where’s that attitude?”
“I’M TRYIN’—!” Husk snapped, only to choke on another laugh when Angel suddenly moved upward.
“Let’s see… what about—here?”
His fingers slipped right into Husk’s armpits.
Husk lost it.
A loud, unrestrained cackle burst out of him as his wings jerked wildly. “NO—! NAHAHAT TH-THERE—!”
“Oh, this is the spot, huh?” Angel cooed, wiggling his fingers mercilessly. “Didn’t take much to break you.”
“Y-YOU’RE DEAD—!” Husk wheezed, trying to clamp his arms down but failing as Angel kept him pinned just enough.
Angel finally relented—briefly—only to grab Husk’s wrist and flip his paw upward.
“…And what about these?”
Husk’s eyes widened. “Angel. Don’t.”
Too late again.
Angel traced quick, light scratches across Husk’s paw pads.
Husk snorted—actually snorted—before bursting into another round of laughter, tail flicking wildly behind him. “OHOHO MY—! NAHAHA—!”
Angel doubled over laughing himself at that. “Did you just snort?! Oh, I’m never lettin’ you live that down.”
“SHUT—UP—!” Husk tried to yank his paw back, but his grip had gone weak from laughing.
After a few more seconds (that probably felt like forever to Husk), Angel finally stopped, letting him go.
Husk immediately leaned against the bar, breathing hard, wings twitching and face flushed with embarrassment.
Angel rested his chin in his hand again, smirking.
“…So,” he said casually, “we gonna talk about that, or—”
A bottle flew past his head, narrowly missing.
“Not a word,” Husk growled, though there was no real bite left in it.
Angel just grinned wider.
“Oh, we are definitely doin’ that again sometime.”
