𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | HuskerDust

Seven

"Do ya need help with ya pants?" Husk asked as he handed Angel some clean clothes. Angel shook his head, even though he knew he did. "Aight. I'll be outside the door if ya do. Gotta help ya walk anyways."

Angel rolled his eyes and sighed softly. "I can do it myself," he grumbled as he slipped his shirt on slowly and buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons undone. His towel still covered his lap and his hair was a dripping mess. 

Husk gave one sharp nod before walking out of the room and shutting the door softly behind him. Angel took a long time to get dressed as he had to move slowly to avoid his leg hurting. He mumbled under his breath about how fucking dumb these two men are.

He wasn't a genius - far from it actually - but he understood how kidnappings worked and this wasn't it. Angel's seen his father do it plenty of times before and knew the basics of what happens to victims; torture, murder, threats of harming families. 

So it was setting off major red flags in his head that they weren't doing it to him. Especially since they apparently made a deal over him.

"Hey fucker, I'm all dressed. Could ya be a dear an' help me walk? Ya know since ya fucked my leg up." Angel hollered at the door after getting his pants on. It had been quite the struggle but he had managed to do it just fine on his own.

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"So, do ya treat all yer.. 'guests' like this?" Angel asked as he took a bite of his supper. He smirked as Alastor glared at him. "What? It's a genuine question. Not to burst yer bubble, babes, but ya fuckin' suck at da whole kidnappin' shit. 'Supposed ta be dead by now or at da very least almost dead."

"Don't patronize me. You're not out of the woods yet, Angel dear," Alastor replied in a menacing sort of way. "Not only are you a dope fiend, but you're also on the run from the Dick. At any given point, I can turn you in. Wouldn't want to spend the rest of your life in a jail cell, now would you?"

Angel slowly set his fork down as he stared at Alastor. "Call da Dick on me and ya'll be thrown in too. So it'll be a lose-lose situation and no one'll get da happy ending."

Husk coughed uncomfortably, wanting the two to change the topic. He got up and went into the kitchen for a bottle of booze before coming back and chugging the bottle. "I can already tell the two of you together is going to be insufferable..." He sighed.