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Angel massages his temples as he stares down at Husk, the regressor covered in glitter and staring back up at him with the widest, guiltiest eyes that Angel has ever seen.
It’s not often Husk regresses any older than an infant, but on the rare case he does, he’s always getting into things. Honestly, Angel should’ve expected this.
“I looked away for ten seconds, baby, how’d you manage to do all this?” Angel asks exasperatedly, raising an eyebrow, not expecting much in the way of a real answer.
“...oops?” The little croaks in reply.
Angel snorts. “Yeah, ‘oops’ is right. We need to get you clean,”
Angel scoops Husk up, settling him on his hip, unaware of the chaos he’s about to unfold.
Husk sucks on his own thumb as Angel selects a clean outfit for Husk, also unaware of the chaos he’s soon to start.
The little doesn’t seem to think much of it when Angel runs the bathwater, simply humming a nonsense tune to himself where Angel sat him on the bathroom counter.
When Angel pours bubbles into the bath, Husk still doesn’t think about it.
But when Angel scoops him up and even dares try to put him in the bath..that’s when Husk freaks out.
Husk hisses, ears pinned against his head, fur puffed up, clawing at the wall of the tub, hoping it would make Angel not force him in.
“Husk, please- it’s a goddamn bubble bath, I’m not torturing you,” Angel says incredulously, trying to coax Husk into the water.
“No!”
“C’mon, baby…it’ll be over super quick, I promise!” Angel tries to beg.
“No!”
Angel sighs, shifting his hold on Husk. “Listen, sweetheart. I know it’s scary and it feels bad, huh?”
Husk sniffles. “Mhm…”
“I know, bud. But we’ve got to get it done. Wouldn’t you rather get all the stuff out of your fur before it’s dried and takes longer?” Angel coaxes.
Husk relents, finally letting Angel ease him into the water.
“There we go,” Angel says softly, lathering baby soap into Husk’s fur.