Story of Another Us | Huskerdust AU

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Husk woke up before the spider as he expected he would. Though Anthony felt Husk's breathing change and woke up at the ungodly hour of eight in the morning. Wiping his tired eyes, he glared at the cat demon who ruffled his hair.

"Morning babe." Yawned the spider.

"Morning sleepy." Husk greeted. He sat up. Anthony got off of him and saton the side of his bed as he pulled clothes out of his dresser.

He pulled his shirt from last night over his head, he didn't mean to fall asleep in his clothes but he didn't really care. Husk did his best not to pay attention much to Anthony's demise. He checked his phone just to make sure he gave himself enough time to get to Pentagram City before the casino had to open. His eyes did wander to the spider occasionally but, he didn't gawk at him like everyone else did.

He some how managed to look away just before, every time Angeldust turned to  catch him staring. He wore a white button down shirt with extra sleeves for his extra arms. He cuffed the sleeves just above his elbows He stood up taking his shorts and his underwear.

Husk couldn't see his face but, be could hear the spider smirking as he spoke.

"Ya know kitty, I'm giving ya a free show and ya ain't even paying attention." Sighed the spider with the wave of a hand.

Husk chuckled and rolled his eyes. He bit his lip before he answered.

"Oh, I'm paying attention." was all the cat demon said. Anthony felt his cheeks heat up. He didn't expect Husk to answer, let alone actually watch him change.

He froze. The sentence made him forget what he was doing.

"How's your face baby?" Husk wondered.

Anthony shrugged and turned to face him. Luckily the gashes missed all of his eyes, and didn't seem deep enough to need stitches but, they were still decently deep. Husk hated that they didn't get to the spider in enough time.

Husk got off of Anthony's bed, and walked to the door, he walked out of the room shutting the door again, behind him. The sound of the door brought him back to reality. He put on a fresh pair of underwear, and a pair of black short shorts. He accessorized with a black vest with white pinstripes and a purple tie. He unbuttoned a few buttons on the best as well as the white shirt underneath to allowed his chest floof to show a small amount. He then put on black lesth gloves, and a couple dainty silver bracelets. He normally dressed feminine, but this outfit was a nice mix of both masculine and feminine at the same time. He did a bit of his make up. Just on his eyes avoiding the cuts on his face. Anthony finished accesorising with his crime hat.

Cherribomb had left to deliver drugs to a few of her clients, but she left a pot of coffee on for Husk and Angel. Who were extremely surprised she was up and running, this early.

Husk quickly whipped up some eggs and began heating an oiled pan.  Anthony came out of his room fully dressed and went right to the freezer grabbing the box of popcicles.

Husk groaned.

"That's not breakfast! It's fuckin eight forty five!" He protested fighting with the spider over the box. He attempted pulling it from the spider's grasp but Angel refused to let the cat demon take it.

It started out playful but, Husk was sober and after a minute or two of arguing, it was starting to annoy him. Anthony yanked the box away from him and grabbed a popsicle from it

"Baby seriously! Eat something real. That's just sugar." His voice was stern but he was careful not to yell. He understood the drugs really fucked up Anthony's appetite. Sugars like crack to semi sober crack heads. He didn't understand the correlation however, since he was a cop during life, he learned a lot of the side effects and withdrawal symptoms, and for some reason addicts love sugary things.