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“How can you be so bad at this?” Angel shot Husk a flat stare.
A feline growl preceded Husk’s question of "Do I look like I know what the hell I'm doing?"
“You look like you sustained a serious head injury that impaired your hand-eye coordination,” Angel replied honestly.
“Someone is sleeping alone for the next month,” Husk muttered under his breath, trying one more to accomplish his task and failing.
“Seriously, Mr. Stage Magician, how can you be all thumbs?”
“You haven’t complained about my dexterity before.” Husk raised his feathery eyebrows.
Angel let out a throaty chuckle. “You can tie a shibari knot like no one I’ve ever met. We need to repeat that experiment. So how is it you can’t get Nuggs into his darling outfit.”
Husk looked down at the squirming pig. “My argument is he doesn’t want to be seen in a onesie covered in rubber ducks.”
Fat Nuggets lurched and escaped Husk’s grasp. Angel snapped Husk’s name like an insult and grabbed his pet pig. He had the onesie on it three smooth moves.
“See? Not exactly rocket science.”
“If it was, you’d have asked Pentious,” Husk groused.
Angel rubbed Nuggets’ belly and the pig got long, tilting his head back for chin scratches. “Don’t listen to your new daddy. He’s a grumpy fucker. Just wait until he has to take a bath with you.”
“I’m not bathing with that pig, Angel.”
“I do. He loves bath time,” Angel replied and Husk’s jaw dropped. Angel tipped it closed with a finger. “Come on, it’s walksies time.”
“Why did you pick a rubber duck onesie?” Husk gave in to the insanity and handed over Fat Nuggets’ harness and leash.
“Lucifer is taking everyone for treats in the park and the way I hear it, he loves rubber duckies. Never miss an opportunity to make our lord happy.”
Husk shrugged. “Can’t argue with crazy.”
“Don’t even try.”
Angel stole a kiss on the way out the door. Husk took the leash. They might be crazy but what the hell.