Heartstrings in Hell

Chapter 29: Husk's Feline Instincts

Husk strolled into the common area of the Hazbin Hotel, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand and a lazy grin on his face. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of Angel Dust sprawled out on the couch, a magazine in hand.

"Hey, Angel," Husk called out, his voice tinged with amusement as he approached the couch. "Whatcha reading there, buddy?"

Angel Dust glanced up from the magazine, a guilty expression crossing his face as he quickly tried to conceal the publication beneath a nearby cushion. "Oh, nothing, just some light reading," he replied, his voice unconvincing.

But Husk was no fool, and he knew his friend well enough to sense when something was amiss. With a smirk, he reached out to retrieve the magazine, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the contents.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Husk chuckled, holding up the magazine for Angel Dust to see. "Looks like someone's been doing a little research on his boytoy, huh?"

Angel Dust blushed furiously, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught red-handed. "How the hell did you find those, Husk?" he demanded, his voice tinged with indignation.

Husk merely shrugged, a smug grin on his face as he waved the magazine in front of Angel Dust's nose. "Cat instincts, man," he replied, his tone teasing. "Take a good whiff – the magazine smells like a fresh tuna fish can."

Angel Dust groaned in frustration, burying his face in his hands as he realized the extent of his friend's discovery. He had never intended for anyone to stumble upon his secret fantasies, least of all Husk, whose sharp wit and keen sense of humor made him a formidable opponent in any situation.

But as he watched Husk chuckle to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Angel Dust couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the friends who had stood by him through thick and thin. Even in the face of embarrassment, their unwavering support and camaraderie never failed to lift his spirits and bring a smile to his face.

With a resigned sigh, Angel Dust leaned back against the couch, his heart lightening as he settled in to enjoy the company of his friends. Though his secret fantasies may have been exposed, he knew that with Husk and the rest of the gang by his side, he could weather any storm that came his way, their friendship a beacon of light in the darkest of times.