Angel Dust

[ blitzø was never under the assumption that angel dust was angel's given name - it's too... on the nose, and more stage-namey than anything, which there's nothing wrong with - but he also never assumed he'd know what angel used to go by before he kicked the bucket and ended up down here, either. so it surprises him a little, when angel offers this information, and his brows light slightly with interest.

anthony. anthony. blitzø thinks about it, says it a couple times in his head while he looks at angel, and strangely enough... he doesn't think it doesn't fit him. it's definitely not a name worthy of a porn star, not anything he can picture on a poster or a marquee, but.

blitzø cocks his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward a little with the suggestion of a faint smile, or at the very least, mild amusement. he shrugs one of his shoulders. ]

I mean it's - fuckin' weird, 'cause you're just Angel to me, but - [ he shakes his head casually. ] I don't hate it. [ after a beat, he uncrosses his arms so he can put one of his hands out. ] Don't get me wrong, I think Angel suits you better, but... Anthony's not so bad. It's - [ he laughs, finally. ] It's not fuckin' Arackniss.