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[ the open loft concept offers plenty of room and an easy view into the main floor, but valentino's bed is still tucked somewhat out of the way, closer to a far corner and away from the overlook for the illusion of a little more privacy. he carries angel from the bathroom, laughing quietly to himself as the spider puts up a playful little fight, and then steps up onto the small, raised platform so he can half set, half drop angel at the end of the bed. the sheets are expensive and silky, as promised.

valentino doesn't bother too much with drying off, unbothered by the trail of wet footsteps he's left between the bathroom door and the foot of his bed, but he does stretch and flutter his wings for a moment, the movement subtle as he turns away from angel and toward the lavish vanity to look for a cigarette. ]

You... [ he starts, picking up a gold cigarette case and flipping it open. valentino plucks a cigarette out with two claws and closes the case with a soft, metallic click before setting it down again. he lights the cigarette with match, which he shakes out, and then turns back around to face angel, taking a drag.

the smoke that dances from the end of it burns white, but when valentino steps forward, when he bends at the waist and takes angel gently by the throat - when he exhales that lungful of smoke, it's red, and it swirls and twists into the shape of a heart around angel's face.

valentino grins at him, his own face framed by the same heart. ] ... Are very spoiled.