Date: 2025-02-04 05:50 am (UTC)
harderdaddy: (so beat)
From: [personal profile] harderdaddy
[There was a soft sound from Angel as he was picked up, but little else, mind fighting against the pain of the death toll to cling to those last few seconds of peace. Seconds became minutes, and without opening his eyes Angel finally managed to hoarsely mumble-]

Stop starrin', Whiskers.

[Like he can feel that concentrated gaze.
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