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[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]

...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]

for brightshinybrandbaby

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Did ya ask 'em to kidnap ya, you dummy?? [But, fuck- no- you're okay, Fizz. Angel rubs his back trying to soothe those trembles.] Mm? Oh, um- no I don'- [Angel spares a moment to actually give himself a once over] oh, uh- Little bit. Not a big deal. Sinners heal fast.

For @ the_reapers

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It doesn't take Angel long to get himself ready, the promise of a good fix more of a draw than the money in that moment. Val's limo is gone almost as soon as he's stepped out, and he huffs, straightening his skirt and tousling his hair as he approach the motel. He double checks the address to see which door he should be knocking on, heels clicking as he approaches, smile all ready in place in case he's being watched from inside.

His fingers rap on the door, casually flipping off a seedy interloper who tries to catcall. He's on the clock with someone else.

[ooc: reply in preferred writing style and i'm happy to match <3]

for @ shitzo

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the recoil would pull it in that way u like, so only if ur okay with m&m seeing ur o face.
i look pretty in pink~ don't i?

for @ papichulo

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[It's such a familiar motion by this point, Angel's moving almost before Val opens his mouth, muscle memory directing him to straddle that lap where somehow their size difference always feels that much more pronounced. That used to make him feel safe. Still does sometimes. He can't tell if that too is just muscle memory.

He lifts his chin up to look at him fingers sliding through that neck ruff in a self soothing manner.]

I know, Val. You know I'm sorry, right?

for @ shitzo

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[Being killed in a way he can come back from is bad enough, but the ever present threat of working with a temperamental overlord with his own angelic firearms is terrifying enough to generally keep Angel in line (as much as Angel can be kept in line. It's not like he doesn't know he's going to get taken out one of these days by some kind of angelic weapon, but it's supposed to be the sort of threat he only has to face once a year.

He holds the icepack in place and perches on the edge of the sofa. Lips curling into a grin that's worth the wince it causes.]

Heh- None taken. I improv a bit, but exactly shit I'm proud of or nothing. Val writes some, comes up with mosta the ideas at least. I know he's got a few script writers, but he's very...involved.

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mark the window if you can.

[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.

but he shows up.

when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]

it's Lute :D

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[ooc: I am so sorry, this completely slipped my mind. No worries if it has been too long, but I thought I'd come back to it just in case!]

[Angel Dust has been invited to the Heaven Embassy. A small invitation, all looped calligraphy and fancy gilt edges, faintly glowing. It's written as more of a summons than a request, but that's just Lute's way.

Adam doesn't know she's here. She didn't lie to him, nothing so overt as that, she just neglected to mention this side project of hers, because she knows how it would look. How she might be accused of sympathy for Sinners. It's not that, she tells herself. If she saw Angel on Extermination Day she'd stab him without hesitation, because she knows where her loyalties lie and how all this has to work.

It's not Extermination Day, and the Embassy is rarely used for anything else, and it's the best place for a meeting. Lute's not stupid, an angel navigating Hell alone is a giant neon target. Even her. Maybe especially her. She might not have serious concerns for her safety, but it could cause a riot, draw attention, and then she'd have to answer awkward questions about what she was actually doing there.

She does portal down in person. It's news that should be given in person. Lute waits in the conference room, standing, arms folded, wondering if he'll arrive.]

for @ papichulo

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Angel fumes the whole car ride over, the whole elevator ride up- all with no release. No, he saves it up as he stalks into the penthouse in search of Val. A good more than half of that anger really ought to be directed at himself. He knows he's playing right into Val's hand. Again. And yet here he is.

Oh look, that hideous vase Val liked for some reason. Angel pushes the thing over with a sense of satisfaction, starting towards the stairs.

"You wanted this so bad, you couldn't even be waiting for me?!"