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    "text": "Short #fic of Husk as nothing more than a pet - but maybe that's just enough for him. #radiohusk",
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          "alt": "Husk knelt on the cold, metal grated floor, keeping his eyes away from the front of the room. No, he wouldn’t look there. Instead, he watched the lurid red light from the sky outside fall across his hands, how they made patterns over his fur. The great windows of the radio tower were open to everything, and felt so exposed to everything. And yet, even with such decor, the tower itself felt claustrophobic. The walls were curved inward, and the radio console took up so much space.\n\nAnd then, there was the gentle thump of a cane hitting the floor. He could feel the vibration through the metal, hear it echo around him. The perfect place for sound, layered over each other, until it was overwhelming.\n",
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          "alt": "Husk didn't even sigh. He just did what was expected, shuffling closer to Alastor's chair, trying not to get his fur caught in-between the grates. It was a long journey, drawn out, but his reward for it was his permission to press his cheek against a pant leg, the suit clean and crisp.\n\nA hand reached down to pat his head, fingers gently scratching through the fur. Husk said nothing at all. The hand continued its ministrations, so soothing, even warm. Though not enough to stave away the cold Husk felt over his naked body.\n\nBut, it was good. Because Alastor could make it good, had known him so long on where to touch. And that same hand cupped at his cheek, caressing in even strokes. Husk closed his eyes.\n",
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          "alt": "The purring came unbidden. The same hand pressed him even closer to Alastor's leg. His chest rumbled, and his head felt so light.\n\n\"Such a good kitty you are.\" \n\nThe words sent a shiver. He should have been disgusted. He should have pushed away the hand, or lashed out with his teeth.\n\nBut Alastor's touch was addicting. And couldn't Husk just have one nice thing?",
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