Husk
Fuck off.
VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
🔥 | NSFW
) |
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 |
|
code by
cawaii
1/2
Date: 2025-12-03 11:31 pm (UTC)He wakes up to the immaculately wrapped present - he doesn't even have to guess who it's from. His family would just hand it to him and there's only one person who can sneak around him without so much as opening a door. Sneaky fucker. He carefully opens the presents - his fingers carefully tracing the shape of the sand dollar. He's heard of them, but he's never seen one in real life before. They're supposed to be good luck. He scoffs lightly, at it.]
You've got your work cut out for you.
[ He focuses on the lantern next, turning it this way and that. There's no soul in this one, but it's still nice to look at anyway. He turns his attention to the letter - squinting at it for a moment...before sighing and picking up his reading glasses to rest on his muzzle so he can actually read the damn thing. Naturally, it's full of Flins' careful words - formal and flowery at the same time, somehow. He'll never be any different, and Husk prefers it that way. He's plenty not those things for the both of them, after all. He stills when he gets to that last line. And came back to me.
He reads the line again. And then once more for prosperity. He sits back on his bed, scrubbing a hand through the fur at the top of his head, before rubbing his face with a haggard sigh. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. He's down BAD. He didn't plan on this. He didn't plan on this man having his heart in a vice, like it was the easiest thing in the fuckin' world.
He's in so much trouble. ]