[YOU'RE ANGEL]

You're still laying awake, and it's about midnight. God, when was the last time you ate something? Your stomach was practically howling for food. So, you stood up, slipping your heeled boots on and walking out of the room. Your heels clicked through the hallway, and you thought for a moment you heard someone shifting in their room. However, you brushed it off. You make your way into the kitchen, shuffling through the cupboards before settling on some BBQ chips. You open the bag and sit yourself on the counter, crossing your legs and beginning to chow down on them.

After a few moments, a familiar winged feline makes his way into the kitchen. Husk looks at you, his feathers and fur a mess as he stared at you for a few moments.

"..What're ya doin' awake, Ange?" He asked, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.