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Yeah, you fuckin' wish, don't ya?

[ blitzø casts him a quick, teasing glance over his shoulder before disappearing into his office. he doesn't bother closing the door behind him, but he does leave angel's line of sight from the couch, stepping somewhere off to one side to - open another door? that's what it sounds like, anyway, followed by the faint sound of him moving something around.

and then his foot steps, growing louder as he heads back. when blitzø reappears in the doorway, he's got what looks like a thin, folded blanket in one hand, and some sort of small, decorative throw pillow in the other. definitely not the most comfortable looking bedding angel's probably seen, but he wanders over and offers it anyway.

did he have these last time? if he did, he probably would have offered them, which means at some point he probably made a point to shove a blanket and pillow in the storage closet in his office specifically in case angel ended up crashing here again at some point. ]