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[ it's clear by the subtle shift in valentino's expression that he doesn't believe that that little creature isn't just as annoying as it was when angel was still living here, but he pointedly chooses not to argue about it. instead, he shifts angel's weight carefully in his arms and steps out of the elevator when the doors eventually part on the correct floor. ]

Just - [ he pauses to adjust his tone. ] - keep him out of everyone's way. And clean up after him.

[ does valentino regret gifting angel that hellpig? sometimes. most of the time, actually, but angel had been so happy about it at the time that it hadn't mattered much back then. now, valentino tries to look at fat nuggets as a leveraging tool, a way to keep angel under his thumb when he needs a quick way to check his fucking attitude. it doesn't work so much with them both living... elsewhere, but it used to.

valentino carries angel to his penthouse and all the way inside before he finally sets him down near the couches in the main area. immediately, he steps away, hands reaching for the weapons tucked behind his wings as he moves toward the cabinet full of firearms and other miscellaneous weapons by the far wall. ]

Clean yourself up, Angel.

[ he lifts his chin slightly, gesturing toward the bathroom upstairs, and then busies himself with putting his personal guns away. notably, he does not remove either of the angelic weapons from his belt. ]