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From:

papichulo

( from here. )

mark the window if you can.

[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.

but he shows up.

when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]

From:

harderdaddy

[Angel hasn't replied since Val's last message, but there's a heart drawn on one of the windows on the far right. It seems to have been drawn on in blood, which either means Angel got creative, or these clients have broken even more rules and done some sort of damage to the merchandise.

Inside, Angel's distracted them they way he does best, offering himself up to help pass the time. He moans around the cock in his mouth, while two of the others fuck him far too hard for those sounds of pleasure to be real. His claws bite into his palms, two sets of arms tied behind his back, the third out of sight for now, and he fucking hopes Val shows up soon or they're going to lose interest.

The ones meant to be keeping watch are more interested in the show than in keeping an eye on the entry points...]

From:

papichulo

[ outside of valentino's temper, the penthouse is safe. it's one of the safest places angel could be, all things considered. in the years that valentino's known him, the annual threat of extermination has never touched angel here in the tower, and valentino has always provided him with everything he could possibly need. here, with valentino, he's untouchable, unless valentino says otherwise.

running the back of his knuckles down the center of angel's chest, valentino smiles at him quietly, his other hands working at sliding a set of gold cuffs off of his own wrists. ]

If you'd like me to. [ of course he wants to join him, but presenting angel with the option to bathe and relax alone is calculated. it's supposed to make him feel like he has a choice, like he has freedom - and he does. have a choice, at least, and for once, it doesn't seem like there's a wrong answer, no looming threat.

valentino steps around angel, and he hands off some of his jewelry to kitty, who seems to appear out of nowhere before zipping off again. he turns then, hands beginning to roll down his sleeves, fingers unbuttoning the cuffs. ] Do you want a drink? I'll bring it to you.

From:

harderdaddy

[That much is true. Nothing's ever got to him here except for Val himself. He has always held true to that aspect of their contract, the fame, the protection...none of those are a lie. As far as Hell goes it's a pretty good deal. Not a lot of people down here keep their word like that.

Gaze following the path of that one hand, Angel smiles easily when presented with a choice. All these years and he's still easy to play with that illusion sprinkled in now and then. He nods with an almost shy expression, as if Valentino hasn't just watched him be railed on set for the last however long.]

'Course I do.

[He's no longer surprised by Kitty, the appearance making him grin fondly as he starts off towards the bathroom, glancing back at the offer.]

Mmm, surprise me?~

[There's a playful tone and a wink, before Angel disappears to get the bath started.]

From:

papichulo

[ the little heart painted in the window catches valentino's attention the same way a flashing strobe light would, his eyes narrowing even further as he steps away from the car. he moves toward the marked room at an almost casual pace, boots clicking against the shoddy tar in the parking lot like a slowly-ticking time bomb, barely casting a passing glance as someone stumbles by him drunkenly, likely on their way back to their own room.

there are a few options here, all of which valentino has run through in his head already on the way here. the easiest, most efficient option would be to kick the door in and put a bullet in every single person's head, save for angel, of course. it'd be messy, but he could be quick about it, and he's always been a good shot. the problem, is that it feels too... merciful. anyone who crosses valentino, especially to an extreme like this, deserves to fear for their life at the very least. quick and easy would be too kind of him.

as valentino approaches the door, he tilts his head and just listens for a few moments, his eyes drifting to the bloody heart scribbled in the window. as far as he can tell, angel is still alive by the muffled sounds coming from inside. a plus on their part, but not enough to earn them even a sliver of clemency from valentino. unfortunately, these clients have sealed their fates.

shifting his attention back to the door, valentino lifts a hand... and knocks. he folds both sets of arms behind his back, standing there in the yellowy light of the breezeway - and he waits. patient in a way that should be unsettling, as he listens to the rapid shuffle of footsteps inside, the abrupt halt of all sound after that for a moment.

when the door opens, a lizard and a bull there to greet him ("greet"), weapons lowered but in-hand, valentino stoops down, bending at the waist so he fills the doorway. he keeps his hands folded behind his back, and he smiles at them like he's an old friend come to catch up, and not an overlord who's been crossed. ]

Hello, [ he says, his tone almost a little sing-songy. valentino looks them both over briefly, and then his gaze moves past them, seeking angel out. he doesn't seem surprised to find him in compromising position, but it should be clear to angel that whatever is about to happen here is not good. a calm valentino when he should be anything but is valentino at his most dangerous.

two hands unfold from behind him and settle against the door, pushing it open wider. he invites himself inside, bowing his head to avoid the doorframe, his wings draping and fluttering lightly behind him like a cap. once he's past the threshhold, having pushed past the two men at the door, valentino pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, and puts two of his hands on his hips. he folds a third over his chest, and casually looks at his claws on his remaining hand, feigning boredom and disinterest. ] So. I heard there was a little... change of plans. What was it, Angel baby?

[ he looks at angel, his eyebrows raising behind the rims of his glasses. valentino doesn't even acknowledge the three men who were likely fucking him just moments ago. ]

Fifty-thousand?

Edited Date: 2024-09-01 10:15 pm (UTC)

From:

harderdaddy

[The knock surprises all of them, but the sight of Valentino himself, calm and almost friendly is about the last thing any of them expected. The ones busy with Angel quickly pull themselves free, and Angel remains right where he is, the only one in the room to read just how dangerous this form of Valentino is.

Angel looks up at him and nods, a smear of blood dripping down his face from some blow to his head.]

...We didn't think-
Yeah, that's right. You got the cash?

[They speak over each other, some more brave than others when face with the actual target of their unplanned exchange. One of them has the sense to level a gun at the back of Angel's head. Neither of the men Angel's pointed out, so Angel would eventually come back, but he'd be out of commission for while.

Angel glowers back at them and rolls his eyes.]

They're a real clever lot, Val, can' ya tell?

From:

papichulo

[ that playfulness earns angel a low, quiet laugh from valentino, and he waves him off with a lazy gesture of one hand, his others beginning to work at the buttons down the front of his shirt. he only turns away once angel's up the spiral staircase and out of his line of sight.

alone, valentino finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but leaves it on and open for now. he summons kitty again, instructing the fizzbot to pour him two drinks - two martinis, specifically, one with an olive garnish, and one with a lemon twist, and then heads up the stairs himself, though he doesn't join angel in the bathroom right away. instead, he removes a couple more rings and another bracelet and sets them neatly on top of the vanity in his loft of a bedroom, and sends off a quick text. kitty meets him upstairs only a minute or two later, silver tray in hand, and valentino plucks both of the drinks from it before sending her off.

by the time he joins angel in the bathroom, enough time has passed for angel to have filled the large, elevated tub in the center of the room, and littered the water with whatever soaps and bath salts he pleases (because valentino is, unsurprisingly, the kind of person to have an obnoxious amount of soaps and salts and sprays and lotions). he sets the glass with the olives in it down on the wide marble edge of the tub and uses the same hand to touch angel under the chin, and then leaves him to sit on a plush stool in front of the nearby vanity, where he sets his own glass down. ]

You look comfortable, [ he says, his voice low as he bends and reaches down toward one of his ankles to unzip his boot. he slides it off and sets it aside, then moves over to the other one, his eyes on angel the entire time. when his shoes are off, he straightens up and peels himself out of his dress shirt, left in only his white slacks, a gold chain at his throat, and the more delicate chain strung between both of his pierced nipples.

he picks up his drink, stands, and wanders over, looming over angel, but making no move yet to finish undressing, or to join him. when he speaks again, his tone is... apologetic, maybe a touch overdone. practiced empathy, mixed with something else. ] I'm sorry to have kept you up so late. I'd have found someone else if I thought anyone could do it better.

[ realistically, there are a handful of lesser-known stars who probably could have pulled off such an easy scene with some effort, but that's not the point. ]

From:

harderdaddy

[Fuck he's missed this bath. A sweet strawberry scent wafts from the water, always his favourite of Val's array of options, and there's a few bubbles to help conceal his feet. He lets himself relax in the warm embrace, eyes closed until he hears the sound of Val's heel's approaching.

He hums gratefully, sitting up to take a sip of that drink. Setting it down again he folds his top set of arms on the edge of the tub and rests his cheek atop them to watch Val.]

I am~ [There an easy smile, one that grows a little more leering as Valentino strips more away, and he shifts, lifting his chin as the moth looms over him.]

It's fine, Val. Really. I was just...bein' a brat. An' you've made up for it real nice. You gonna let me make up for what I said? [He arches a brow in invitation, nodding towards the water.] You promised if I was good...

From:

papichulo

[ the blood does not go unnoticed. valentino's gaze lingers for a moment, like he's assessing, and then his eyes shift and leave angel entirely to focus instead on the two men speaking over each other. they're not even on the same page, it seems, which is amusing more than anything else to valentino. he can tell already that this should be fairly easy - if not everyone has the same level of confidence to speak to him so brazenly, then picking them off one by one should be a breeze.

valentino moves further into the room, but he makes a point of never turning his back to anyone in his company, never fully taking his eyes off of anyone for more than a few seconds. when angel speaks, val doesn't acknowledge him with any sort of verbal response, and addresses the two men armed with angelic weapons. ]

Of course I do. [ his tone is almost playful, like it's silly of them to think he would have shown up without the demanded cash in hand. as if to prove this, he reaches in past the collar of his shirt with one of his primary hands, lower two still clasped behind his back, and produces a single band of 100s. it's only ten-thousand, but presumably, there's more where that came from.

valentino brings the money in front of him, and thumbs the edge of it so the paper flutters like a deck of cards being shuffled as he steps closer to the two of them. he puts himself between them in fact, one arm around each of their shoulders like they're friends. ] Unfortunately, it looks like you've left a rather... ugly mark on my merchandise, and the fee is -

[ valentino moves so quickly, it's almost unnatural. the arm draped around the lizard bends sharply at the elbow, claws finding his throat with ease and ripping through flesh and tendon like it's paper under his fingers, blood spilling over his knuckles and down his forearm in a hot river. before the man can even drop, valentino uses his lower hand to pry the angelic knife from his rapidly weakening grip, and then lets the man sag and collapse entirely so he can spin that knife around on the bull still held close beside him.

there's always an advantage to having more than two hands, because in this time, valentino's also drawn two pistols from his waistband at his lower back, hidden by the drape of his wings, and has moneyshot and a smaller handgun leveled on two of the three remaining men near angel, sights dead on the one holding a gun to angel's head.

some of the blood from his hand has spilled onto the knife, and valentino wipes the blade clean against the edge of the bull's jaw, dangerously close to his throat. ] - very steep.

[ he smiles, slow and sharp and dangerous, his teeth almost as red as the blood of the sinner dead at his feet. valentino closes his free hand around the bull's wrist, almost daring him to try and use the gun in his hand against him. he squeezes hard, his grip surprisingly strong. he'd have to be, to be able to literally rip and tear people apart, as he sometimes does.

he leans in close to the bull, voice dropping into a lower, dangerous register. ]

You're all fucking idiots. [ valentino laughs, then turns to look at the rest of them, blade still at the bull's throat. his eyebrows lift, and he looks at angel when he says this. ] Tell me, how many limbs does a spider have?

From:

harderdaddy

[Attention on the bills, it seems despite the obvious tension in the room that the general consensus is that they've gotten away with this. But Val isn't a fucking Overlord by his charms alone, and these idiots clearly are too dumb or too wasted to realize they're fucked.

It happens fast. He never even has a chance to scream, though there's plenty of belated cries and shouts from the rest. No one knows quite where to point their guns, and one of the wolf demons by Angel drops his weapon all together, showing his palms.

The bull is very still, eyes trained on that knife, wincing in pain before finally relinquishing the weapon, letting it clatter to the ground.]

We were just fuckin' around. Didn't mean nothing by it-

[Angel's lips twitch, relishing in the violence when it's not directed at him, and now that those angelic weapons are out of play. A smirk- as those nearest to him look puzzled.]

Eight, mother fuckers~

[Angel's hidden arms (of both varieties!) suddenly appear, shooting out the kneecaps of the fucker with the gun to his head before he can react. There's a groin shot for the second, who must've done some serious damage, and he looks to Val to decide what happens with the one attempting to surrender.]

Ya had ta go an' ruin a good thing, didn' ya?

From:

papichulo

[ he did promise. he's made a number of promises over the past couple hours, actually, all of which he intends to fulfill - he hasn't forgotten about allowing angel to delete those photos of - but this one seems the most beneficial to the both of them at the moment.

valentino takes angel's face in one hand, tilting his head up as he leans down to kiss him, his tongue snaking into his mouth while his two remaining hands work his pants open and off; unsurprisingly, there are no underwear to be shed. when he breaks away, he leaves another kiss at the corner of angel's mouth, still leaned in close. ] I did, didn't I? And you were such a good boy...

[ his teeth flash as he smiles, and he takes a sip from his glass before straightening up and stepping over the marbled edge and into the bath. he sinks down into the hot water with a sigh, his back resting against the slanted side of the tub, and spreads his upper arms out along the edge, drink set aside. ]

From:

papichulo

[ valentino lets angel enact his revenge, unflinching as the gunshots echo in the small motel room. he does smirk though with a little bit of pride with every shot fired, and when silence falls over the room again, valentino doesn't immediately give any indication one way or another for what should happen to the wolf.

instead, he turns back to the bull he's still holding onto. ]

Just fucking around, hmm? [ valentino practically snarls this, his breath hot against the bull's cheek, angelic blade pressed flat underneath the edge of his jaw. he gets right up in his face by the side of him, claws biting into his wrist even after he's dropped the gun. the inferno that's been raging inside of him since he left the tower is finally starting to burn its way out of him, all of his friendly demeanor cast aside and buried in the shredded throat of the lizard at their feet. ] Well. Since this is just a fucking game to you, let's make it fun.

[ without even looking down, valentino kicks the gun at his feet toward angel. ]

I'll let you decide: should I kill you? [ he laughs, low and deep, and presses his cheek against the bull's so they can both look at angel together. ] Or should I let him do it?

From:

harderdaddy

[The photos are all but forgotten at this point, between the sweet words, pleasure and that high he's starting to miss.

Which makes him all the more eager for that kiss, lips easily parting, wanting more of that poison in his system. His eyes strain to catch a peek, and he gives a pleased groan at the sight of him. He puts on his best wide eyed innocent look and nods, some how managing to look sultry while doing it.]

I had a good incentive~

[Val seems in a good enough mood to be playful like this. Of course he should be good because Val fucking says so, and they both know it.

He waits until Val's settled to shift over to him, fingers lighting on that pretty chain delicately as he stole another kiss, and then let himself settle comfortably for a moment so the both of them could enjoy the warmth.]

...I missed this.

From:

harderdaddy

[Said wolf's tail is tucked well between his legs, afraid to so much as breathe. He makes no move to stop Angel as he crawls forward to retrieve the gun. He's never actually used angelic weapons on a sinner before. Shot up countless fucks without much care, but this is the real deal, like back on Earth, only nothing after that either.

He doesn't let his trepidation stop him from posing seductively with the weapon and laughing when Val gives the bull his choice, waggling his free fingers in a little wave. The bull shakes his head and protests in a panic.]

No, no- I- I didn't mean- we was just playin' like in his movies, that's all- we didn't mean it- I'll pay you double what he cost- pay for the damages, whatever you want-

From:

papichulo

Oh, double. Why didn't you say so?

[ valentino cuts him off, snaps the words at him with venom. he shoves the man hard, practically throwing him down on the floor in the space between him and angel, the carpet soaked with blood. val spins the knife in his hand with ease, and he takes a step toward him, crouches down, rests his lower elbows on his knees. ]

So what's that work out to? A hundred thousand? [ valentino laughs, shaking his head as he stands. he steps over a body, moving toward angel. ] Unfortunately, he's worth more than you could ever afford.

[ more specifically, angel is priceless to valentino. he earns him more money than he could ever dream of, so technically, he does come with some numerical value, but no one could truly own him the way valentino does. the amount of money it would take for valentino to hand him over is unfathomable.

val comes to stand next to angel. he lights a cigarette, cupping his bloodied hand around the end to shield the flame as he touches it to the end, and then blows out a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. for a beat, he looks at the bull on the floor, then casts a glance at the wolf still cowering off to the side.

then, he looks at angel. ]

... Kill him.

From:

harderdaddy

[The wolf whimpers looking away, and the bull makes a last dash attempt to flee, but even with his lower limbs Angel's a good shot, bringing him down without protest. Fucker deserves it, he reasons. It's no different from any other kill. He levels a glower at the wolf, as the bull's blood spreads across the floor and the others writhe in pain.]

Will you stop whining? No one's done shit to ya yet.

[His gaze turns hopefully to Val, both that he might cut his remaining arms free, and that he won't level too much of the blame for this fuck up on him. Plus side, he's got himself two new angelic weapons.]

Val?

Edited (was the bull the one he was meant to kill? whoops if not, lol) Date: 2024-09-02 02:52 am (UTC)

From:

papichulo

[ watching as the bull collapses and wheezes through one last breath, valentino ashes his cigarette over the carpet and turns his attention back to angel again at the sound of his name being spoken. he spins the knife in his hand again, idly testing the weight and the feel of it in his palm, and then steps behind angel. val looks over his shoulder, meeting eyes with the wolf they've still yet to properly deal with, and carefully slices through through the ropes binding angel's arms. when he's freed all of them, he reaches and carefully takes the revolver from angel's hand, and offers him his cigarette instead.

stepping out from behind him, valentino positions himself back at his side, his gaze leveled with the wolf the entire time. truthfully, he wants to put a shiny little bullet in every single one of them, fucking off them for good - and he could. he's got five rounds left.

he tilts his head, glancing away from the wolf and down at one of the two men left wounded on the floor. with zero hesitation, he shoots the one angel shot in the groin in the head like it's nothing, right through his eye, leaving just the man with his kneecaps blown out, and the wolf. valentino sets a possessive hand against angel's lower back, and glances back and forth between the two remaining assailants. ]

Well. [ he puts his hand out, silently asking for his cigarette back, and speaks as if it's just the two of them in the room, and not like he's deciding someone's fate right in front of them. ] What would you like to do with them, baby? I'll let you decide.

From:

harderdaddy

[The release of that tension feels so fucking good. Angel gives a sigh of relief, massaging his wrists to try and get the feeling back to them. He's tied so often at work you wouldn't think it would be an issue, but these hands didn't know what they were doing ad they'd left it far too long. Fucking amateurs. Pooled their money to fuck a real porn star and forgot they were still the same lonely fucks they started as.

The cigarette is happily exchanged and Angel take a long drag, letting it ground him at least until the next shot startles him, mind suddenly back where it needs to be. He hands the cigarette back again, and leans against the Overlord's legs like a loyal pet, too sore still to rise just yet.

He observes the remaining sinners with a frown.]

...Save the good bullets. They're hard to get.

[It's as kind as he cares to be in the moment, and it's true. Save the angelic shit for real threats. These losers can have their brains blown out like normal and think about what they've fucking done.]

From:

papichulo

[ idly, valentino tucks the angelic knife away, sliding it into his waistband at his back, safe behind his wings with his other weapons. he's still got the sixshooter in one hand, cigarette burning in another as he waits for angel's final call. val pets another hand down the back of angel's head as leans against his legs for support, careful not to touch or upset the bleeding wound, and when angel decides to show the remaining fuckholes a little mercy, valentino cocks his head.

he takes a long pull from his cigarette, eyes shifting between the man on the floor and the wolf that's still shaking like a leaf. valentino's mouth twists a little in thought, and then he shrugs. ]

... You're not wrong.

[ angel does have a point. it's not as if valentino doesn't have a little bit of an in with carmilla (maybe less so, after velvette's little... number), but even so, getting his hands on angelic weapons (at least through the proper channels) can sometimes be, more often than not, a logistical nightmare that he very rarely has the patience for.

valentino tucks the revolver away, and if it seems like he's found a little mercy of his own to spare, that's intentional. he smiles at the wolf, gold fang glinting among red, and ashes his cigarette again, right over the gaping hole in the man's head he just shot through. ]

Maybe next time - [ he starts, the words nearly a growl. valentino is quick with the draw, pulling moneyshot from behind him and shooting the last man on the floor, brain matter spreading over the already-soiled carpet. he levels the gun with the wolf. ] You'll remember not to FUCK with me.

[ another bullet, right between the eyes, dropping the wolf like dead weight, and then - silence. valentino lets it hang for a few moments. he finishes his cigarette, and then finally, he moves and crouches in front of angel, tucking his bloodied hand under his chin and turning his head to get a better look at him.

they should probably move out before anyone comes to rubberneck over all the noise - honestly, it's somewhat surprising that no one has already, but this place also seems shitty and seedy enough that a couple gunshots is probably common white noise around here - but valentino decides they can spare a few extra seconds.

it's hard to tell if he's angry - or more specifically, it's hard to tell if he's angry at angel, his expression carefully neutral as he looks him over. obviously he's angry, judging by all of the bloodshed, but he's oddly gentle as he tilts angel's head to one side, and then the other. when he does eventually say something, he's lost some of the grit in his tone, some of the biting venom. ]

... I'm rescheduling tomorrow's shoots.

[ it's as close to an apology as angel's going to get out of him, at least for the moment. valentino fucked up, at least to a certain extent. sure, he vetted these clients, had vox run multiple background checks, but whether they got the carmine weapons legally or otherwise, something like this shouldn't have slipped through. angelic weapons are no fucking joke, especially in the hands of regular fucking people. ]

From:

harderdaddy

[The silence feels like it stretches out for a while, apart from the ringing tone in his ears from all those close shot. Angel relaxes a little, or at least lets of some of the tension he's been holding. It occurs to him belatedly the level of trust Val showed in kicking him the gun. Angel could have freed himself with a well placed shot if he'd wanted to. It hadn't even occurred to him.

When Val comes to look him over Angel averts his gaze, sure he's going to get reprimanded for getting himself into that mess in the first place, or at least for getting himself damaged. He blinks softly and properly looks at him once he speaks.]

...Thank you, Val.

[It's an all encompassing thank you. There's a whole lot to be thankful for in that moment.]

Are ya sure? Makeup can probably hide the worst of it...? I'm uh-....m'sorry I couldn' deal with 'em by myself.

From:

papichulo

[ hidden under the water, one of valentino's lower hands skims behind angel's back and settles at his waist, pulling him in closer to his side. he drags his claws lightly against his hip, up and down in lazy strokes, sharp, but not enough to hurt. enough to tease, enough to tickle, maybe, but that's it. he takes another sip of his drink, and then sets it aside again with a soft tink of glass on marble.

valentino lets angel's confession sit in the air between them for a few long moments, fingers tracing X's on his hip, and then, like he did in the car, he encourages angel to move into his lap with a subtle nudge of his hand. ]

You could have this all the time. [ it's murmured, no need for anything louder in the minimal space between them. valentino pets a hand down angel's chest, fingers wetting down his fluff a little. his eyes flicker up, catching angel's. ] ... You did before.

[ before angel left. before he moved out and started holing up in that shitty hotel. before he decided that everything he could ever want wasn't actually enough. ]

From:

harderdaddy

[Each little brush of those claws is a show of how gentle Val can be when he wants to. He could tear him to pieces if he wants. Has a few rare times, though that's usually reserved for less consequential people when he's in a rage.

Shifting and settling over Val's lap without a word exchanged between the two, he thinks he might know Val better than most anyone except for possibly the other Vees.

There's a conflicted look, and the words die on his tongue before he can get them out - they didn't. Even then. The good moments didn't make up for the terrible ones, and he tries to remind himself.]

...we'd fight. [He offers finally, opting for a phrasing that gave himself at least half the blame.] I don't like fightin' with you, Val...

From:

papichulo

[ red eyes shift back and forth between angel's. valentino isn't exactly thrilled with his generosity being questioned - rescheduling shoots last minute is inconvenient, and in some cases, extremely costly. volunteering to strike angel's entire day from the schedule to compensate for this oversight on his end is magnanimous.

and so is choosing not to snap at angel for - any of this, really. valentino accepts his 'thanks' and decides to ignore the rest, angel's apology included. admittedly... angel handled this well, all things considered. valentino would never readily tell him as much, but reaching out to him was the correct move. keeping his third set of arms hidden, and therefore, unbound, was a smart one. there wasn't much else he could have done, with angelic weapons involved.

valentino wipes a little blood off of angel's cheek with a clean hand. ]

Don't question me, Angel. [ he doesn't sound too angry, at least. just - over this entire situation, now that it's been handled. he takes his hand away from angel's face, then offers it to him more properly, palm up. ] Get dressed. I'm taking you home.

From:

harderdaddy

...Yes Val.

[Angel accepts the hand up, wincing faintly, eager to get in a shower and wash this day off of him. Stepping through the mess of his former captors, he find what he can salvage of his outfit, giving one of the bodies a stomp for good measure when he finds one his favourite shirts torn beyond repair. Shit was expensive.

But he's able to shrug on a jacket and pull on skirt fairly quickly, stooping to retrieve one of their wallets and help himself to their cash since they fucked his shit. Though he thinks better of it and offers it to Val instead as he returns to his side. It doesn't quite make up for the hassle, but it's something.]

From:

papichulo

[ after helping angel to his feet and making sure he's steady enough to manage on his own, valentino doesn't bother with picking through the corpses. considering their asking price in exchange for having angel returned to him safely, and the fact that they had to pool their expenses to even afford a night with him, val figures they probably don't have anything of value between them.

he says nothing as angel pieces an outfit back together, moving to stand and lean by the motel room door, long legs crossed at the ankles, both sets of arms folded over his chest. his fingers drum idly against one arm, but otherwise, he doesn't rush angel. that frustrated little stomp earns a lopsided smirk from him though - he knows that must have felt good; maybe not as good as sinking a bullet in someone's skull, or ripping out someone's throat with his bare hands, but satisfying enough.

when angel returns to him, money in hand, valentino pushes away from the wall with his shoulders, and looks down at the bills being presented to him. just at a glance, he can tell it's not much. certainly not what these fuckers owe both him and angel, not even close, but money is still money. ]

... Keep it. [ another unspoken apology masked in "kindness". he waves one of his hands, pointedly not looking at angel. ] That shirt was your favorite, wasn't it.

[ don't think he didn't notice. valentino moves to open the door, and steps aside to let angel out first. ]