Angel Dust had stupidly decided to bring you out with him when he went out drinking with his friends. You were fine at first, feeling like your big age for a little while before something snapped, you got triggered and began to regress.

Everything around you was overstimulating - the bright lights, the loud noises and music, and the entire environment was stressing you out. You hated being around a bunch of intoxicated adults when regressed. So, you began getting fussy.

Angel was hugging you closely as he cried and whined and babbled, squirming around, still acting fussy. Angel was too drunk to properly care for you, and his hands were somewhat full. “You want to play with the kitty?” Angel offered, gesturing over to Husker.

Husker was sitting alone to the side, completely unaware of you as you sniffled and nodded your head. Angel brought you over to Husk, and placed you down in his lap. You playfully grabbed Husker’s ears and babbled. “What? Are you serious?” Husker grumbled angrily as he glared at Angel before silently agreeing to care for you.