Husk wasn't as graceful as he'd like to be in the kitchen. It certainly wasn't helping that he had the sinking feeling that he was on the verge of a panic attack as well.
His tail caught on a handle to a cupboard, tugging it open and whatever was inside clattered out.
He turned to put the bowls that had tumbled out back in the errant cupboard, but in turning, his wings knocked into the sink, turning one of the handles and cold water began to drip onto his feathers.
He was not good at this.
There had to be a better way. Husk just pressed his palms against the counter, dropping his head for a moment to think. He just needed to calm down and think. Angel didn't need a cat making a mess in his kitchen. But what fucking helped?
Husk breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to remember any time he'd seen Angel this freaked out that wasn’t that god awful night with Valentino. He hated thinking about that, hated thinking about the resemblance of those glassy eyes then and now. But he pushed on.
✂️ ♥️🕸️ The Diva 🕸️♥️ ✂️
I struggled to find a snip for Ch.8 😭 but here’s something!
Ch. 8 drops tomorrow!
Catch up here: archiveofourown.org/works/70143416
(or read the prequel: archiveofourown.org/works/67080802)
{ #orgchaosupdates #ao3 #huskerdust #snip #hazbinhotel #overlordhusk #overlordangel }