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Angel and Husk were arguing.
It was nothing out of the ordinary. The hotel guests had gotten used to the couple’s endless and silly discussions. Just the week before they had talked at length about whether or not, if other intelligent living creatures existed on other planets, they would go to Heaven or Hell too; while the one before that they had been spotted in the garden arguing about whether or not fruit counted as dessert.
It was something they both enjoyed, honestly. They liked being able to share their opinions on things that had little importance and yes, even argue over them. They were subject that didn’t really matter after all, so who cares if they didn’t agree? What they cherished the most were the apologies and cuddles they’d share afterward, after everything was over and done with.
Now, the newest cause of conflict seemed to be a spoon.
“No! I don’t care if that’s what you’ve always done, it’s just wrong!” Angel yelled as he threw one of his brushes, which narrowly avoided Husk’s head. He had been yelling for almost an hour now and he was nowhere close to stopping, or running out of objects to throw. “Extremely wrong!”
“Listen,” Husk tried to argue back, as frustrated as Angel was furious. It was such a useless fight! “Mac and cheese is gooey and it falls off if you use a fork-” Angel grabbed one of his shoes.
Was it something dumb to be offended by? Yes Of course not. Angel may hardly consider mac and cheese a pasta dish, or even hardly like it, but that didn’t mean he would stand for such a blatant disrespect.
“It’s pasta! You don’t use spoons for pasta! Spoons are only for soup and gelato you animal!” This time, his aim was more accurate.
Husk slept in his own room that night.
And that was the beginning of the real issue.
Angel may have been the one to force Husk to flee through the door under a rain of shoes and other various belongings the spider had lying around his room, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem with the situation. Namely, the fact that he had gotten used to falling asleep listening to sleepy purring and soft snoring. He had never fallen asleep as quickly as he had while being held by strong arms covered in soft fur, with his head pressed against Husk’s chest and listening to his slowly beating heart. He felt safe.
Loved.
So, Angel spent more than an hour restlessly tossing and turning in his bed, silently debating if he should just grow a pair and let his pride go for once. It was just a dumb discussion after all; they always had so many of them anyway. Maybe he had overreacted. Just maybe. It happened to the best too. He couldn’t be always right, even if he knew that this time he was. Husk probably didn’t know any better, and he just went straight to yelling at him instead of maybe calmly, gently explaining why he was absolutely wrong and what he was doing was stupid. Yes, it wasn’t the end of the world after all.
He had almost made up his mind to get out of bed and walk to Husk’s room, when he heard a loud, mocking meowing sound coming from right outside his door accompanied by scratching against wood. Which in turn caused Fat Nuggets to start whining from his tiny pet bed.
Oh, the fucker wanted war then.
Very well, if he wanted to be a stubborn prick then Angel would show him just stubborn he could be. With an irritated huff he buried himself underneath his blanket and rolled over, back facing the door. He would not let him in.
And that’s why he slept horribly, merely managing to close his eyes for three or four hours. He’d never admit that the reason he was even able to fall into a restless slumber was the soft snoring he could hear coming from the hallway.
The following morning Angel was tired, irritable, and ready to snap at the first wrong look somebody sent him. That’s why he ended up retreating to his usual stool at the hotel bar, even though the last thing he wanted was to see the person that had caused him to have such a horrible night in the first place. Because obviously it was his fault. Not Angel’s. Even if he had to keep repeating it again and again in his mind when he was just how exhausted Husk looked while manning the bar.
The poor chimera looked ready to drop dead asleep at any moment, tiredly trying to pour himself a drink. He didn’t even notice Angel approach, and that’s why he jumped when he heard him speak.
“Rough night, uh?” Angel asked as he sat down.
A groan was the best reply Husk could muster before tossing back his drink. “Everything hurts,” he finally let out, “I just want to go to bed.”
Oh, so now he wanted to sleep in his own bed? Angel crossed his arms. “Maybe you should have thought about it before camping outside my door the whole night.”
“You locked the door…” Husk muttered.
“Of course I did! I didn’t want you in, remember?”
They remained in silence after that, Angel trying to keep a stern face while Husk slowly started to clean the counter. They kept stealing glances at each other, neither knowing what to say to carry out the conversation, or make the situation better. It was only after Husk was done cleaning that he walked over to the other side of the counter and sat down next to Angel, uncertainly wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s sides. Angel let him.
“The argument we had yesterday was… stupid.”
“Mh.”
Okay yeah, maybe Angel felt just a little bit bad, so? Husk was the one that decided to sleep outside his door and whine his heart out. Why the hell did he even meow like that anyway? Just to annoy him? Or did he want to be all pitiful and sad? Oh, poor baby kitty pissed off his boyfriend because he didn’t know table manners, so he was kicked out of their bed and was locked outside. Boo fucking hoo.
Wait, no- Angel’s bed.
Yeah, he was kicked out of Angel’s bed.
It was true that they had been sleeping together in Angel’s room most of the time in the last four months, especially considering that Husk was assigned a smaller and honestly rustic room because he was technically an “employee” and not a guest, but the bed was still Angel’s. The room was still Angel’s.
So what if he had asked Charlie if he could get another nightstand so Husk wouldn’t have to get out of bed and walk around it just to take off his hat and bowtie and charge his phone? Or if he had moved most of the stuff that occupied his bed and threw it in his drawers so they could both lie down comfortably without risking to kick an eyeshadow palette to the floor? Or if he had Husk’s fur shampoo in his shower and his clothes in the wardrobe-
Fuck, it was their bed. Their bedroom.
Angel had kicked his boyfriend out of their bedroom over a spoon.
Fucking hell. He needed to apologize.
“I’m sorry Angel…” Husk apologized in a low voice, as he tightened his hold on Angel’s sides.
Or maybe, considering how cute his boyfriend was being, Angel could just “forgive him” and put everything behind them so he could cuddle him for the rest of the day. The spider demon couldn’t help the soft coo that escaped his lips, and though his top arms stayed crossed, one of his lower hands found its way to the top of Husk’s head making him start to purr, hesitant and hopeful.
Fuck, you are so cute…
“Okay, I forgive you.” Angel pretended to concede. “But extra cuddles in bed later. Deal?” Husk’s purring became even louder, and the cat was quick to bump his head under Angel’s chin in a silent gratitude.
As Angel later laid in his bed, fully content and with his feline boyfriend curled around him while purring up a storm, he finally felt truly relaxed and at peace.
His bed had always been a chaos of cosmetics, pig toys, clothes, sex toys, drugs… Now there are still pig toys and clothes, true, but there were also so many soft pillows, and snacks, and yeah a sex toy or two, can you blame him? But all in all, it was a great bed for two people.
Plus a pig.