Angel Dust

[It really is the perfect excuse. And Blitzø wouldn't be the first to use it.

Angel take a seat on his bed, head tilting with his own confused look, though it's quick to soften.]

Well firstly, I fuck a whole lotta no ones back home if they got the cash. But you ain't a no one. You were charmin' as fuck when ya made me that drink when I was feelin' like shit. And don' act like ya don' know you're cute. What's not ta want?