Charlie sighed, placing the piece of paper to the side before grabbing another, placing down her pen and reaching across her desk, picking up the cup that had been thoughtfully placed there by Vaggie. She sighed and brought the cup to her chest, holding it with two hands before bringing it to her lips and sipping it, the pitter patter of rain against her office window catching her attention for a moment before a knock broke that moment. She looked around and put down her cup, "Come in-" She croaked before coughing and clearing her throat, "Come in!"
The knob turned and the door was pushed open, Angel stepping inside, an odd look on his face, "Hey Angel! What's wrong?" Charlie leaned on her desk, tilting her head. Angel stopped in the doorway before sighing, closing it with one of his lower hands before stuffing them into the lower set of pockets on his jacket, making his way across the room and to one of the chairs in front of her desk, "May I?"
Charlie nodded and Angel sat down, his shoulders slouching, "Charlie, how do you… Uh… Get someone' to… Take it to the next level?" Charlie raised an eyebrow so high it could have flown off her face, "What do you mean? You 'take it to the next level,' all the time." Angel groaned and dropped his shoulders lower, bringing his head down, "Yes but… No not like this." He sat up and leaned back into the chair, crossing his legs, "Yeah I fuck some guys but… I don't wanna' do that with this per-"
"Husker." She cut in, Angel's face going slightly red, "Yeah, Husker." Charlie nodded, rolling her eyes into her head as she did before leaning on the desk in front of her, "Just… Go to him. Say it and maybe… He will do it." Charlie gave her same as usual bright smile, Angel couldn't held but be infected by it, smiling as well, nodding, "Alright, I'll try that. Not that I already haven't but it's already good to go out and say it I guess." Charlie nodded, tapping her desk before sitting back, Angel standing and nodding, "Well.. This will be… Easy." His voice carried unease to it, nervousness.
He exited the way he came, opening and closing the door behind him, Charlie smiling before sighing, leaning on her desk and tilting to the side a little, the cup of hot tea being knocked over and spilling over the corner of her desk. "Fucking dammit."
Angel made his way towards the elevator and stopped in front of it, looking up to the three that was on the overhead panel. Why was he so fucking nervous? He took a deep breath and leaned over, pressing the call elevator button. He didn't have to wait long before the ding of the elevator doors rang out, his legs more or less carrying him in on autopilot and before he knew it he was going to the third floor. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, trying to compose himself, "God fucking dammit why is this so hard." He looked up just in time for the elevator to ding once more, the doors opening to the rest walled and carpeted hallway.
Angel pushed himself off the rails and into the hallway, his heeled boots lightly thumping against the carpet as he made his way down towards Husk's door, with every step the knot in his stomach tightened, what was he going to say? 'Hey Huskie let's fuck.' No that was stupid, 'Hey Husker, I was wondering if we could… Lock the doors and-' NO! Fuck!
Angel stopped, clenching his fists and staring at the ground. He brought a hand to his face and sighed, rubbing it up and down before rolling back his head and continuing on, turning at the T junction and stopping as Alastor came into view, standing in front of the door in his typical red suit, something in his off hand. He watched him look it over before kneeling down and placing it at the foot of the door before turning the other way and making his way presumably to the other set of stairs.
Angel stepped out from around the corner, looking around just in case he'd seen him and was coming around behind him to scare the shit out of him but saw nothing. Angel looked at the small object and squinted, then started to walk over to get a better look. Angel stopped in front of the door and knelt down, picking it up, a lighter. He looked it over, his eyes soaking in the engraving of the skull and beret, then flipping it over and reading the words on the other side, nodding and looking down to where Alastor had left. Angel looked to the door, it was partly open.
He squinted and pushed it open slowly, peeking inside just, the smell of alcohol and what smelt like blood. Angel pushed it open slowly and stepped inside just as, closing it behind him, leaving it open incase of a quick escape. His eyes wandered around Husks room, there wasn't much, a bed, a side table, a foot locker and a table. A light hung from the ceiling and a carpet sat in the middle of the room. On the windowsill sat a potted plant, a Peace Lily, next to it was a small pot of water. Angel smiled slightly before looking around, his scarf sat on a hook that was next to the door as well as his jacket and a holster, gun missing. He looked around some more, photo frames sitting on some older looking furniture, the design was past his time but he'd seen it before, mainly from people that were from Husks time. He looked to the table again, Husks 1911 handgun sitting on a cloth, disassembled, cleaning supplies sitting around. Angel stepped into the middle of the dark room, more coming into view. Sitting on the wall that connected to the hallway next to the bathroom wall was his M16, sitting on a few hooks, magazine still inside, below that what Angel could remember, an M14, looking exactly like the Garand he fought with. He turned around again, looking above the bed to see a flag, torn slightly around the edge, the stars and stripes. A small smile came to Angel's face when he saw that.
Sitting on the bedside table was a photo frame, sitting alone besides a cup of water, Angel stepped forward and picked it up, turning it around.
Husk groaned as Charlie snapped his picture, "Could you knock it off?" He turned his head away, growling slightly, "Oh come on Husk! We gotta get some pictures for the ads!" Husk snapped his attention back to her, pointing a claw towards her, "I ain't goin' in no ads." Charlie tried to reassure him but all it did was piss him off more, Husk storming off to sit under a remote tree, Nifty following him. Alastor watched as Husk stormed off, shaking his head. Angel watching as well before his eyes snapped to Alastor, "So Smiles, how close are you with Husker?" Alastor looked up and shrugged, "It's been quite some time." He tapped his long nails against the wood of the table.
Some birds chirped, some hissed, the wind blew through the trees and bushes of the park. The gentle chatter of those inside being carried by the wind. The grass that surrounded him swayed with each blow and the subtle laughter of children could be heard. Angel nodded and looked towards him, "He's complicated you know." Alastor spoke again, "I know." Angel replied, smiling at him. "Then you know what you're stepping on, yes?"
Angel nodded and smiled, adjusting his glasses and looking at Alastor, his black eye staring at him, "I know the company I keep." He dropped his glasses before turning his head back to Husk. Alastor nodded slowly before sighing and standing picking up his cane and stepping over the chair, straightening his suit, "Well, I might go say hello to our feline friend." Angel nodded, "You do that." He turned his head away.
The grass lightly crunched under Alastors dress shoes, the sound of Nifty's one sided conversation with Husk coming into ear as he got closer. "I hope I'm not disturbing you two." Nifty looked up and viciously shook her head, "No Mr Alastor!" Alastor nodded and walked a step before sitting down, leaning against the tree, "Did he try to hit on you."
Alastor chuckled and shook his head, "No. He hasn't tried since the first time we've met. He took the hint. We were talking about you actually." Husker raised an eyebrow and turned his head, opening his mouth to say something before Alastor placed a finger against his lips, "Husker my boy, look." Husk narrowed his eyes at Al before looking over.
Huskers eye widened as he looked at Angel, sitting alone at that table, his head propped on his palm, the way his hair was slicked slightly and the way the sun seemingly shone off his fur to create a kind of glistening aura around him. Alastor dropped his hand and held it out inside, Husk looking down, a camera looking back at him. "Take it." Husk looked to Alastor, a smile plastered on his face.
He reached forward and picked up the camera before standing, grunting as he did. He took a few steps forward before looking back and sighing, carrying on. The grass crunched beneath his feet as he stepped closer, his mind trying to get the right angle, stopping next to a tree, he looked around then down to the camera, smirking, even though Alastor hated new tech he knew what was best, a Nikon El2. He crabbed the other side of the camera and knelt down raising the camera to his eye and looking through the viewport, his claw hovering over the release button. At that moment, the clouds seemingly parted, shining down onto Angel, turning his head at just the right time.
His fur sparkled, his head swishing to just the right side and angle, his hand left hovering there, it looked like something you'd see on the front of a fashion magazine. Husk snapped the picture, then dropped the camera slightly, absolutely awe struck as he looked at him. And just as quickly as it came, the clouds came over again.
Angel stared down at that picture, smiling. He sighed and placed it down as well as the lighter next to it, his eyes being drawn to the bed. Hospital corners. He smiled and reached down, running his hand across in an attempt to flatten out a crease, it simply appearing in a different area, chuckling to himself he stood, some things never changing.
He stood there for a moment before he heard the sound of the bathroom door open and the sound of wet foot prints, Angel frozen and looked back at the door then quite literally froze. Husker stopped brushing his teeth and held onto the towel he had draped over his shoulder, staring at Angel, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Angel looked around and sighed, then turning and facing him, his eyes dropping for a moment before he looked him dead in the eyes, "I came to… Talk to you. Personally." Husker nodded, his eyebrows jumping for a moment before he turned around and closed the door for a second, the sound of the tap turning on and gurgling coming from inside the bathroom before Husk came out, the same towel over his shoulder being used to wash his face, "Alright then sit." He said, walking his way, towel still wrapped around his waist over to the small table, sitting on the side with his handgun.
Angel quickly moved over and sat down, sitting all four hands into his lap, Husk casually beginning to put it back together, "So, What is it?"
Angel looked around the room, trying to choose the right words, all the while Husk was slitting everything back into place. Angel closed his eyes, his heart thumping against his chest like it was attempting to break free from this nervous wreck. He took in a deep breath and let it all out, "I want to take the next step."
Husk froze and looked up, his eyes narrowed but his face full of confusion, what confusion he couldn't tell but it was there, "What do you mean?" Angel turned his head away and sighed, "I want to… Stay in here. Sleep with you… Move in?" He turned his head towards Husk, wincing slightly. Husk sat down his pistol and whatever else he was holding before leaning back and crossing his arms, "Alright."
Angel snapped his head at Husk, "We'll run a trial period." Husk continued, "One week. If you can't handle me then, you can leave. I have rules, everything is to be neat and tidy. I know you got that pig so you better keep him in check. The plant must be watered twice a day, bed must be made to Army specifications, bathroom must be clean at all times and please, don't eat anywhere but on the table please. Also, as a ground rule, don't fuckin' touch me like… That, when you're sleeping with me." Angel nodded furiously before Husk sighed, looking away, "And if you, can, handle me. After the week… We can… Try something intimate." He looked back to Angel. Angel's eyes lit up like the night sky and he nodded his head, "Alright, deal." He smiled.
I'm gonna be trying to get back into writing like the first few chapters, meaning I'll probably be killing myself staying up until my brain is mush to write but oh well, not much of a change anyway. I hope this will be alright, hope whoever reads this has a fantastic day and if you're reading this when you're going to bed, goodnight. Thank you all again, even though not many make it to the later chapters, those who do, I thank you all so much.