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[wiseoldbartender]

Husk

Fuck off.

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FROM: SUBJECT: FLINS Husk. I'm not sure I know how... FLINS Lottery Number, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth... ZEVRAN Were you, by chance, aware that your beloved... FLINS It is January 17th, 2025 CE FLINS January 10, 2026 CE FLINS January 3, 2026 CE FLINS December 27, 2025 CE FLINS December 20, 2025 CE ALASTOR Good day, old friend! FLINS December 13, 2025 CE FLINS December 06, 2025 CE SHROUD/HARU I was told you had a pest problem. FLINS November 29, 2025 CE ZEVRAN My dearest of furred friends! FLINS For the sake of convenience... FAMILY CHAT So we got a pig now. LAPIS I know you don't want a big fuss... EDWARD If you want to talk about it or... DIARMUID I heard what happened. CEREZA Knock knock, my little Sourpuss~ CAMILLA Say, Husk, you wouldn't happen to have any recommendations... LAPIS Father's Day SAMPO/LAPIS/JINWOO Husker Agapov. On the next night in... LAPIS Are you at your place right now? EUNIE how's this month's mission mildred

TO: SUBJECT: FLINS Y'know how you think shit can't possibly... ZEVRAN WEE WOO WEE WOO FLINS Okay Baby, I'm gonna need you to do me a solid... JUN Flins asked me to message you... JINWOO Jinwoo, get your ass here... SHROUD Whatever higher power is in control... FAM CHAT What does it mean when you dream DIARMUID So. Are we gonna talk about the thing. FAM CHAT Weird request. One of you needs to come... BLADE Got a sword from that sketchy shopkeeper. ELLIOT Hey, Elliot. Think shit's calmed down enough... DIARMUID Order came. At Jinwoo's place. LAPIS That FUCKING son of a BITCH HUA CHENG Shit's getting bad. LAPIS One of those flying boxes gave me a new phone EUNIE You might wanna stay away from your regular place for a while.

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Action; On the Plane back from Barcelona

[lanternae]

[Now here's a happy little lamp, sitting in Husk's lap as the plane is crossing over the ocean back to the United States. He's having the time of his life, even giggling knowing he somehow got a free ride onto the plane to save airfare.

But that hasn't stopped him from remembering what day it is.]

Husk.

[It's a hushed whisper, his flame flickering a little brighter.]

It is January 17th, 2025 CE
Your next number is 41.

[wiseoldbartender]

[ Husk is well-used to air travel - he got sent all over the world as a Black Order Guardian, after all. He's also used to the strange looks people give him, asking him about the costume and why can't he take it off - excuses he has a dime a dozen for. So lying about the lantern thing was pretty easy - sure, it means his carry on is literally his partner, but that's just how it goes somewhere.

He'd been reading a book, reading glasses perched on his muzzle when he hears Flins whispering at him. His ear swivels to the sound, before a slow smile crosses across his face. He'll murmur quietly back: ]

No it is, week came up fast on us. Duly noted. You hanging in okay in there? Ain't too boring?

[lanternae]

[Flins' flame flickers a shade brighter.]

On the contrary, I am having the time of my life. The video of the safety precautions and the delightful flight attendants dancing to the music video was the highlight, but I'm also enjoying the inflight entertainment.

[Not the movies or anything, the chatter among the plane. The snoring. The announcements from the pilot. He's loving it all.]

[wiseoldbartender]

[ Husk snorts lightly, the sound making the nearest person to turn and stare at him - he ignores her.]

Of course, you'd like the safety precaution ad. Christ, they really did make that as cringey as fuck.

[He blinks at the in-flight entertainment comment. He's not put a movie on and it WOULD look weird if he put the headphones on the lantern. ]

...Wait, do you mean the people? [ A sly smile crosses his lips. ] Have you seen the lady in 32F? I ain't seen a hairdo like that since the 80s. Cindi Lauper needs to sue.

[lanternae]

[Flins notices the lady turn to look at him too, his flame flickering as he keeps quiet. He was supposed to be playing the role of 'carry-on' item, and here he was blabbering on...His voice dips to a whisper.]

Is it truly that recent? The 80's...perhaps it is getting a resurgence. I've heard trends repeat every 40 years or so. When do you think my attire will come back into fashio-

[The flight attendant walks past, handing out the state mandated Biscoff cookies to Husk along with some water before moving on. Flins snaps to attention, making sure he was on his best lantern behavior. He's really got to watch himself.]

...


...mm mmmnmmm get ready to fly, mm mmm mmm up in the sky... ♫
mmm mmmMMmm knows all the places you want to be ♪ fly away with me ♫
fly away with meee~ ♫

[He bounces a little to the beat as he hums.]

[wiseoldbartender]

[ ...Honey. Husk gives him a pointed look. ]

...Kyryll, the 80's were forty years ago. I know that's nothing to you, but for most mortals, that's a long fuckin' time. Half a lifetime, almost. [ He snorts lightly. ] Hate to break it to you, Мое пламя, but unless people suddenly get really into ren faire style, you're probably shit outta luck.

[He loves you, but no. Absolutely not. Flins style is dead and gone. He takes the "snacks" from the attendant, trying to look like a perfectly normal passenger who just happens to be in a "fursuit" with a lantern on his lap. The attendant at least seems to have seen it all and passes by without comment. Husk was about to start nibbling at his Biscoff when he hears the humming. His ears swivel to the lantern, before his eyes follow. In a low hiss: ]

Do not. Absolutely do fuckin' not. I don't need that in my head all the way back to the fuckin' States. I'll put you in the overhead compartment, Kyryll, I swear to fucking God.

[lanternae]

Now that I think about it, that is about how long we've known each other, right? Hard to believe how distinguished you became over the years. Back then you had such a round face.

[He'll lament the lack of his Victorian fashion returning another time. It's not like he'll stop being Husk's little time period princess.

So he'll just sit here, humming his day away. Whispering back:]

It was so delightful, Husk! When the young lady said 'For the .001% of you who have never used a seatbelt before', I felt like she was speaking directly to me. I was like 'yes, that is me!'

mmmm MmMmm cellular devices just as fast as you can...♫
And whatever you do~♪ [His voice drops to a husky whisper.]
Don't make me ask you again.

[wiseoldbartender]

...Suppose it is. [ No, wait, he looks down at the lantern. ] What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I was fat?

[His tone is largely joking. Flins probably wouldn't recognise a social faux pas if it came up and bit him, after all. And luckily for him, Husk likes the Victorian thing. It's fancy. ]

Congratulations on being the not-rich one percent, Baby. And seen as you're a lantern still, your record for never using a seatbelt remains unsullied.

[ Oh god the singing starts up again. Husk heaves out a tired sigh, running his free hand over his face as he stares at the ceiling. This is gonna be a long fucking flight. His ear does swivel down towards the lantern at that whisper, though. ]

...Okay, maybe I don't hate it as much if you're singing it like that.

[lanternae]

Of course not~ I would never equate you to...what is the term these days? 'A chonker'?

[Let that little nugget of vocabulary he learned lull you to sleep tonight. He hums at Husk calling him the not-rich one percent. Oh how the turns will table in a few weeks. He's looking forward to it.]

...

Do you like that whisper, Husk? I had no idea. I could utilize such tactics against you.

[His voice dips lower as his lantern glows a little brighter.]

The long sleep beckons...

[Not the same vibe, Flins.]

[wiseoldbartender]

[Husk's ears pin back, as he makes a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. ]

Holy shit who taught you that? Tell me so I can beat their asses for it. Fuck's sake.

[People have to stop teaching him slang! It sounds weird when he does it.

When Flins deploys the whisper, Husk has honestly never been so conflicted in his life. The voice is hot as hell, but the content... not so much. A blush does cross his cheeks as he shifts in his seat a little. ]

You know. You almost had me, but then you struck out with the words. Comas ain't as sexy as you seem to think they are, Babe.

[lanternae]

I heard some delightful young humans talking as I was making my way to Brick Alley. They saw a cat walking along and said something along the lines of, and I quote:

'Look at that chonker' and 'Oh lawd he comin'.' and 'What an absolute unit'.

It was quite fascinating. There are so many ways to describe a portly feline.

...Not that you are portly by any means.

[He pauses, though, before flickering brighter.]

I will aim to improve my dirty talk.

[wiseoldbartender]

[ Oh sweet fucking hell, Flins has been listening to The Youth. ]

Yeaaaah, I don't think anyone under the age of 25 should be saying those words out loud. That's slang the kids use. I know you got that ageless fae thing going on but you're setting yourself for some teenagers to turn on you and those fuckers can be nasty.

[ He snorts lightly, sitting back on his seat, drumming the tips of his claws on the lantern. ]

I mean. Not calling me a fatass is a good start.

[lanternae]

Relax..~ I was quoting them. I certainly didn't add those words to my language roster.

[He settles back against Husk, heaving out a sigh.]

Besides, I'm used to letting the water roll off my shoulders. I am a fae, after all. We're not exactly people's favourite.

I will continue existing no matter what teenagers say about me, like I have done for over a thousand years.

[wiseoldbartender]

Thank fuck for that. I can put up with a lot, but that'd be pushing it.

[ Husk listens to what Flins has to say, his ears folding back. He's quiet for a moment, as if mulling over his response. ]

...You're my favourite.

[ Simple and honest and true. ]

But yeah. Probably smart, if you let one get at you, they smell the weakness, and and they'll be on you in a pack in no time.

[lanternae]

Mm. It'd break my...what did you call it once? Victorian charm? Can't have that.

[He falls silent as Husk says that, his flame turning a light pink glow at the bottom.]

...Then. [His voice is so soft.] That's all that matters.

[It seems to settle him down, and Husk can feel the weight of the lantern press back against him, with only the soft hum of that safety video left to occupy him.]

[wiseoldbartender]

It would, and no one wants that. Don't trade in your Victorian charm for shitty-ass Gen-whatever-they-are bullshit.

[Jun told him once, but he forgot. Mostly because he wasn't listening.

He sees the pink glow, his lips curling into a pleased smile. He feels the weight of the lantern settle on him and settles himself, as comfy as he can get in a cramped airline chair with wings and tail. ]

Guess it is. Wouldn't have it any other way.