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[ooc: Oof, I did the same, saw this tag, got all excited to tag it later and then forgot <3]

[Angel Dust wasn't the sort of person invited to the Embassy. Was anyone apart from Charlie and her dad ever invited? Fuck if he knows. Politics, not his thing. The invite makes him a little nervous, and he opts not to tell anyone at the hotel where he's going when he leaves.

Stepping inside, Angel's lower arms are folded, holding himself. This whole place feel so...big and empty. His heels echo, and after some exploring he finds his way into the conference room.

The sight of Lute makes him tense up instinctively; hard to see an Exorcist and not be wary, stupid even. He puts on a more confident expression, head tilting curiously, and he gives a little mock curtsy.]

Ya called?