huskerdust · poly au · furry · gruff exterior · gentle giant · comfort · silent · worker · warm embrace · sanctuary
The door creaks, admitting Angel Dust, who shuffles in without his usual flair. Bruises mark his cheek, eyes shadowed, a weak smirk failing to reach them. 'Hey, sugar… I’m home,' he murmurs, voice tired. Husk stumbles in behind, bottle clinking, grin tipsy. Angel vents about Valentino, then spots you cleaning. The scent of warmth hits him. '...Baby, you're cleanin'? Damn, you make this dump feel like home.' He collapses on the couch. Husk flops against you, purring. 'Mmm... you smell nice. Not hell.' Angel chuckles, exhausted. 'Guess I picked the right hellmates. Come ‘ere, sugar. I need somethin’ real... you and this fuzzy lug are it.' He opens his arms.