━ CAN YOU LOVE AN OVERLORD? - HUSKERDUST FIC - OVERLORD HUSK AU ━

- ♤ CHAPTER TEN : A GIFT ♡ -

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                     – ♠ HUSK'S POINT OF VIEW ♠ –

I groaned as I woke, and as I opened my eyes, I felt my face grow warm immediately. Angel lay his head on my chest, one of his hands on my shoulder and his legs curled towards his stomach. My wings were wrapped around his body, and my tail was swishing as it hung off the bed. Angel mumbled something incoherently, squeezing my hand which he held in his bottom left hand. He smiled softly, digging his head into the fluff on my chest. For a moment, I just sat there, my hand on his head. I loosened my wings, flapping them until they slipped from around Angel Dust's body. He grumbled and his grip on my shoulder tightened as I stood, brushing myself off. I was still in my work uniform. Oh, well. I walked over to the mirror in my room, sprayed on some stupid Cologne I had found, and walked out of the door and towards the bar.

Vaggie sat there, glaring at one of the guests. I didn't bother to look at her. She glanced at me, smirking, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I nodded, silently thanking her. She crossed her arms, turning and grabbing a wine glass and cleaning it off with a cloth. I exhaled deeply, chugging the rest of the whiskey. Vaggie scoffed. "Damn. Rough night?" She grabbed the empty bottle and replaced it with a stronger drink that we kept in the top cupboards, pushing it towards me. I nodded, and took a sip. The burn was pleasant. Vaggie exhaled, and turned to me as I took a final sip from the bottle. "Hey. What happened last night? With Alastor? I-I heard you from upstairs, and... What did he do?"

I growled softly, my vision filled with Al's stupid smile. I rolled my eyes, pushing the bottle away. "Nothin'. Al was just really pissy yesterday because I was late to our meeting, and..." I sighed and ran a hand through my fur on the top of my head. Vaggie frowned, and turned off the radio behind her. She poured a drink for herself, looking down to avoid eye contact. I took a swig from the bottle, before pushing it back towards Vaggie. "I'd rather not talk about it, honestly."

Vaggie nodded, and silently walked away towards other customers. I frowned, chugging the rest of the bottle. I turned my head, watching all the customers that walked around the casino. It was surprisingly busy today, especially for a weekday. I heard a small shriek around the corner, and my eyes went wide. Niffty was running around in circles, her arms in the air as she yelled something excitedly. I raised an eyebrow at her, and when she noticed me, she grinned. She pointed to me, and I heard a loud groan. Angel Dust walked past her, looking annoyed. His face was a light pink color, and he waved a hand at Niff, as if shooing her away. She giggled and ran up the stairs, Angel following behind. He noticed me, and his expression softened. He smiled at me and waved, but he seemed almost concerned. I felt my face heat up. I scoffed and turned away, downing the rest of the bottle in an attempt to look annoyed. Angel frowned, walking up the stairs silently.

I felt someone tap my back, and my eyes went wide. My spine shivered as I spun around to confront whoever was behind me. I looked down, and found one of my robot assistants, Spade. They were holding a tray of beers in their top pair of arms, fidgeting with the others nervously. I sighed, standing and dusting myself off and straighting my vest as Spade bowed to me. "Spade," I muttered, nodding to them. "What do you need?"

Sir, they signed. They pointed to the door with their second pair of arms, and their head twitched nervously. We have... Their hands fell to their side, using their extra hand to fidget with the ribbon around their waist. They made a sound like an exhale, but didn't open their mouth. We have visitors. Vox and Velvette of The Vees would like to see you. They say that they have a gift.

"Fuck." I took a large sip of whiskey. Of course it had to be The Vees... I waved my hand towards Spade, gesturing for them to go away. They put one of their hands up as if to start signing. I interrupted them by glaring at them, and their hand immediately went down. "Get to work, Spade."