Habits of my Heart (2024) [AngelHusk]

2. Raising the Bets

That was the comfiest bed he had ever slept on in his afterlife.

He woke up, but refused to open his eyes just yet. He simply enjoyed those brief yet blissful moments in which one is awake, but tries to cling to the slumber. But he couldn't do that forever, and he knew it.

"Mhm. . ."

Husk shifted on the mattress, stretched all of his limbs to the max, and very slowly opened his amber eyes-

"Heya, big boy."

"AHHH!"

The last thing he was expecting to wake up to was a faceful of Angel Dust. An involuntary hiss escaped his lips as he jumped out of his skin, landing on his ass on the floor. Angel lot out a loud, obnoxious laugh, holding his stomach with both set of arms.

"OH, MY GOD! Did ya just hiss at me?!"

He continued to laugh his heart out, throwing his head back against the pillow. Anyone would assume that he had just witnessed the funniest thing in the whole world, and according to Angel himself, it might as well be just that.

Husk muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed, as he slowly stood up. His back was killing him, and he wasn't sure it it was only because of having slept in a terrible position, or his recent fall had anything to do with it. His head felt lighter than usual, and when he reached up with his hand, he knew what was missing.

"Hey, asshole. Have you seen my hat?"

"Ah. . . oh yeah, you don't have it," Angel pointed out, as if he had just noticed. "Nah, I haven't seen it. Probably lost it on the way here, heh."

"Goddammit. . ."

He looked around on the floor, seeing only fluffy white carpet, and a small piglet approaching him. It was wearing a pink little tutu, and oinked happily as it put its tiny paws on top of one of his. More importantly, it had his hat on its mouth, dragging it along.

"Hey, lil' buddy. That would be mine, thank you," Husk leaned down to pick the small piglet up, gently taking his hat back to place it on his head. He read the nametag, and arched an eyebrow. "Fat Nuggets. You look more like a Wiggles to me, don't know why."

He looked up at Angel, and almost wished he didn't. The expression on his face was one that could only be described as enamored, with his head resting on his upper set of arms as he laid on his stomach, dangling his long legs back and forth.

"You look like a total DILF right now, Whiskers."

"And you sound like a total idiot," Husk approached the bed and dropped Fat Nuggets on the mattress, before stepping back. "Anyway, I should be heading out. . ."

"Wait!"

Angel jumped out of the bed, carrying Fat Nuggets with one of the hands on his lower set of arms, approaching as quickly as he could. He used the upper pair of hands to pull up his suspenders, that had probably fallen down his shoulder after sleeping.