Angel Dust

The sound of something crashing and shattering is enough to pull Valentino from... wherever the fuck he is - lounging somewhere upstairs, probably, scrolling through voxtagram while he waits for Angel to make an appearance as predicted. Like he didn't just instigate an argument purely for his own entertainment and gratification.

He appears as a silhouette at first, dark and looming by the railing near the top of the stairs, glowing red eyes peering down toward the main stairs. As is usually the case, there's a thin, wispy haze of pink smoke around him, trailing back to wherever he just came from. He braces two of his hands on the railing and leans over it a lit, like - well, like an Overloard looking over his kingdom. Or in this case, the bottom floor.

Valentino ignores Angel's verbal outburst entirely, snapping back at him. "What the fuck did you just break?"