[Val looks downs and Angel looks up. Outside of the studio there's so few demons Angel has to look up to, but here, and with Val- he's always looking up. Small. Vulnerable.
He turns and the walk is familiar...comforting. That hand guiding and claiming his stake, as if anyone in hell doesn't know who Angel Dust belongs to.]
Wardrobe handled or do I gotta pick somethin' out?
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Date: 2024-08-31 04:51 am (UTC)He turns and the walk is familiar...comforting. That hand guiding and claiming his stake, as if anyone in hell doesn't know who Angel Dust belongs to.]
Wardrobe handled or do I gotta pick somethin' out?