IC Inbox - Seasons

[dealtinthebar]

You've reached Husk.

Leave a message and, if it isn't bullshit, maybe I'll get back to you later.

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[legsfordays]

It was probably for the best, honestly. Alone in the apartment, Angel would probably get a lot more self destructive than he might with Husk around.

Angel nodded and grabbed his phone, heading out to follow Husk. He wasn't quite sure what to do now - playing it off would be pointless with how easily the bartender could read him.

[dealtinthebar]

"...I'm still thinking about that club, you know?"

Husk led the way to the nearest teleporter, opting to move the conversation into a mre comfortable direction. It took the pressure off of Angel, but didn't pretend the rest of the conversation hasn't happened. Just...he didn't want to seem like he was pulling away.