This intro is still slightly under construction, but I’ve gotten it ready for the most part!! There may be changes here and there, so feel free to check back occasionally!
I’m Lamb, I’ll be tagging myself as Mod Sheep much like on my other blog. My pronouns are he/him! This blog will ALWAYS be SFW, and there are no exceptions to this rule! Minors also aren’t allowed to interact, aaaannnd my DNI criteria follows the usual lines of what you’d see, but I block freely if I don’t feel comfortable with you.
I’m Semi-lit to Lit, and I’m excited to roleplay with everyone!!
I’ll sometimes be either late on replies and messages because life gets in the way or I’m going through a worse bout of chronic pain, so I won’t always have the energy to respond and I apologise in advance!! I’ll also roleplay in third person.
Abel is a lovely 70/30 switch! A whopping 70% Ler and 30% Lee! This all takes place post Season 2.
You CAN:
Send SFW asks/teases! (Nothing suggestive.)
Roleplay!
Ask to be tickled!
Send asks or start threads! I may not respond immediately, but I’ll try to get back to you!
You CAN’T:
Send NSFW asks/teases/flirts!
Refer to Abel with terms such as “chub” etc. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
Don’t surprise tickle Abel without having asked prior permission in other threads/asks!
DNI if you’re under 18! Ageless blogs are not exempt, you will be blocked.
If I’m uncomfortable with you, I’ll ignore you/block you. I’m already getting the feeling that some people aren’t reading One Certain Portion of my rules.
HC Info below, lovelies!
Ler:
He always starts out as a gentle Ler, and doesn’t immediately go for your death spots! Very kind, sweet and loves giving silly little teases to silly little Lees. He loves learning what makes a little Lee giggle their head off.
Once he truly gets going, he can be a bit relentless! He’s careful not to go overboard, but no one expects how much he’ll wreck someone if given the chance! He’ll ebb off from tickling you, then suddenly go back to it without a warning. He will use his wings, since feathers are known to be the death of some gigglers! He also likes whispering in a Lee’s ear to give them soft little tingles if it works.
He will give aftercare to every Lee he encounters, and makes sure they’re all comfortable, happy and settled. Loves complimenting Lees!!
Lee:
Ribs: 7/10, pretty ticklish! Gets him all giggly and happy, can even get a little snort out of him if you’re so lucky!
Neck: 9/10, also extremely ticklish!! Gets super squirmy and can’t stay still, he will roll around uncontrollably!
Back and base of wings: 4/10, somewhat ticklish but not really all that bad! Gets soft tickles out of him, but he can stay pretty still for them apart from some twitches. His wings themselves aren’t ticklish.
Sides: 8/10, gets him to squirm and laugh! Decent spot, nothing special.
Stomach: 5/10, not really that ticklish. Gets some squirmy giggles out of him but that’s about it! Other spots get him more!
Hands: 3/10, gets soft titters out of him, kind of makes him feel incredibly soft.
Tops and backs of knees: 8/10, also gets big giggles out of him! He will squirm and kick, though, and he’d prefer if you didn’t do it for too long!
Feet and hips are off-limits for Abel.
Other info: His wings will flap uncontrollably if you get him laughing too hard, and he’ll feel really bad if he hits you with them! He doesn’t mean to, but it’s essentially an extra factor to his squirming.
Abel!! What’s your favorite setting to tickle or be tickled in? Do you prefer buildup and knowing that it’s coming, or when it’s by surprise (with prior permission, of course)? What’s your favorite saltwater taffy flavor? …Also, golden retriever puppies vs pangolins? What about vs BABY pangolins (pangolette? pangolito?)?
Abel’s eyes lit up at the question, his gap-toothed smile wide and bright as you prattled off your many questions. He clasped his hands together in front of himself as he prepared to answer you, humming in thought.
“Oh, those are good questions, let’s see- I prefer settings that feel comfortable and safe! You know, like one’s own room, house…I personally prefer as few bystanders to be present as possible,” he said, “you see, I know some people get embarrassed especially easily. If I’m their Ler, I’d want for them to be as comfy as possible, y’know, chill vibes.”
The angel paused for another beat as he considered your next question, rubbing his chin with his hand as he looked up into a corner of the room with squinted eyes. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of it much before…
“You know, that’s hard to say…I think it would depend on the day for me, if I’m the Lee at least…and the person. I don’t think I’d want just anyone to surprise tickle me. I know you mentioned prior permission, but it’s not like I haaaaven’t noticed how prone people are to surprising others with tickles.” Abel explained, giving an awkward chuckle before redirecting his half-lidded gaze to you.
“I gotta say, I prefer the buildup when it comes to most people! It’s fun and makes for a more chill, easygoing experience.”
When it came to trying to pick his favourite saltwater taffy flavour, he crossed his arms with a playful sigh, shaking his head as if disappointed…but he was quick to look back up with a smile, tapping a finger against his arm.
“You’re really trying to make me pick a favourite?” Abel asked before giving a small chuckle.
“Well, blue raspberry, banana, huckleberry and orange/vanilla would have to be my favourites! I can’t pick just one,” he prattled off a few, but then he knew he was faced with the final two questions, the most difficult ones of them all!
“And you can’t really expect me to pick between two absolutely adorable creatures, right!? That’s, like, totally unfair!”
His eyes were big and sparkly as he looked at you, his expression much akin to the puppies you’d just asked about.
“MMMMM, but I guess if you’re making me choose,” he groaned, taking his hat off to run his fingers through his golden locks as if this was truly a world-shattering question to be asked, “I gueeeeesssss I’d say pangolins…on both fronts.”
Then he paused, heaving the heavy sigh of a weary man as he placed his hat back upon his head, closing his eyes for a moment. He’d gotten through the challenge. His golden-amber eyes then opened, and he looked back at you with his ambient, calm smile.
“And in case you didn’t know, baby pangolins are called pangopups…noooot saying that I don’t like ‘pangolette’ or ‘pangolito’, but not everyone knows their actual name!”
Abel had found himself standing behind the door which led to Vox’s office, you know, the guy who’d tried to take over Heaven a while ago…yeesh, talk about intimidating. In the angel’s hands was a gift basket, much like the one he and the others had attempted to bring down to the residents of Hell when they’d arrived to apologise, but last time it haaaadn’t exactly gone well. This time would surely be different, though, right? It’s not like he was coming to apologise; more so, he was coming to check on this soul who’d definitely gotten his fair share of punishment by now from all he’d done.
Regardless, the memory of the response they’d gotten last time burned fresh in his mind, and he had to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. The cellophane covering the gift basket crinkled as Abel subconsciously gripped it just a bit harder, and he breathed in deep through his nose before blowing the air out through his mouth, counting to 10 in his mind to ease his racing thoughts.
Then, he rapped his knuckles against the door before nudging it open, peeking his blonde-haired head through the crack to see if Vox was even present in his office, his amber-gold eyes settling on his form within moments. He brought a crooked grin onto his face, pushing the door open with his arm a bit more so that he’d be in full view, his wings politely folded and tucked under his arms.
“Hey, hi, uh…don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Abel! Mind if I uh…come in further?” Abel asked, but he was quick to continue before Vox could even respond.
“I tooooootally get it if you don’t want to see me though, and if that’s the case, then I’ll leave! Just uh, say the word!”
- @angel-abellee
((Hope you don’t mind me already popping in with Abel!! - Lamb/Mirage))
*He glanced up from his endless amounts of paperwork - this time, written requests for time off from Ethan of all sinners, doomed to be denied again - to see Abel stepping into his office. Immediately upon seeing the angel, he straightened up, feeling incredibly on-edge. He still felt that looming nervousness whenever he saw anyone from Heaven in his building. Why'd the security team even let him in?! Did he portal in or something? Whatever, it didn't matter. Adam's boy was here now, and... carrying one of those stupid apology gift baskets? Whatever. He wasn't interested in starting a second Holy War, so he decided not to be a dick this time* Uhm... n-no, it's... whatever. Uh, what- what brings you here... Abel?
“Oh, great! Great, then let me juuuust…” Abel said, shuffling his way further into the room, but not without closing the door behind him. That’s just polite, after all! As he approached the desk, he kept his friendly and warm expression despite the nerves that bubbled right underneath the surface. This would surely go fine, right? Surely…
“I was just thinking, you know, it’s been a while since- well, everything…and even back then, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed…troubleeed?” He stretched out his words uncertainly, his eyes wandering the room as if he didn’t want to meet Vox’s eyes just yet. Really, it was just a way of trying to keep himself from stuttering over his words.
“Aand you…I mean, you mustn't have been in a great place after it, you know…emotionally. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m here to check on you…? See how you’re doing.”
Once the words had been spoken, his feet had carried him in front of Vox’s desk, and Abel could set down the gift basket, which was still beautifully wrapped. Inside it were taffies, a cuddly hammerhead shark plushie (surprisingly without a silly phrase or anything) and various other delicious goodies like lollipops and even lemon drop hard candies.
*He fiddles with the basket, slightly turning it back and forth before looking back at you. 'Troubled' was... certainly a way to put all the things Vox had been feeling those days. He took a short breath* I'm... better, safe to say. Val's... actually talking to me again. I have a boyfriend and a few friends... I mean, I haven't exactly... forgiven myself but shit hasn't been horrible?
“Oh, oh! That’s good! That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear that, man.” Abel’s grin grew on his face, crinkling his eyes into little crescent moons as he clasped his hands together in front of himself, “and a boyfriend? Wow, you’ve been busy, huh?”
He gave a laugh that went into an awkward clearing of the throat at the tail end of it. Abel hadn’t been expecting someone like Vox to feel bad for what he’d done, or more accurately, he’d expected it to take longer. Then again, with how things came crashing down on the poor soul, it might’ve been a wake-up call of some kind…
“You know, I’m glad to hear it hasn’t all been horrible! I mean, a lot happened, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d still not been feeling alright-“ Abel wrung his hands together idly as he shifted his full attention back to the TV-headed sinner, “how’s…how’s it feel? Trying to move on from it all?”
*His gaze turned downward as he leaned onto his desk with a soft huff, tapping his claws against the surface* Guess that's where it... hasn't been great. I-I mean, you're an angel, so you probably don't understand what it's like to come to terms with the... horrible shit you did. How it parallels to the horrible shit the people you love went through. At least I don't have as many days where I wish the damn thing had just exploded but... still.
Abel listened attentively, taking in the information he was given, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the guy. It’s true, he couldn’t personally entirely relate to what the sinner in front of him was going through, but he had his own struggles. Ones he’d carried to Heaven with himself from Earth and any that came after…but that was something to dwell on later. His hands found themselves stroking over his wing, fingers lightly gliding over the golden feathers as his expression turned sympathetic.
“Well…no, I can’t entirely relate. I haven’t been what you’ve been through, obviously, but I get human struggles,” said he, his smile holding onto a somber edge, “and I know it’s not easy.”
He allowed a small pause to hang in the air as he searched for the correct words to use, before he cleared his throat to continue: “A-and I know it’s…difficult not to uh, dislike yourself? After everything that’s happened. It’s good you’ve made some, uh, strides, so that you’re not wishing such great harm upon yourself, but…have you everrr…thought of…therapy? To talk about what you’re feeling?”
Ah, geez, that was a lame suggestion, wasn’t it? He could almost kick himself for how stupid it sounded, and who knows whether or not he’d even want to go for an option like that.
*He let out a short scoff. What a Heaven answer...* This is Hell. Even if I did go to therapy, it'd probably be from someone who just wants to use me. Good therapists don't go to Hell, do they?
“Well…there’s Charlie, isn’t there? Not that she’s like an offiiiicially qualified therapist, but she’s better than just…no one. As far as I know, she doesn’t want to use people.” Abel’s response was pretty swift despite Vox’s dismissive attitude. Besides, if he’d come to learn something from everything that had happened, it’s that not everything is so entirely black and white…honestly, who knows why some people go to Hell, now that you think about it.
“And clearly not everyone down here is…so bad. I mean, uh, everything has nuance, right? A good therapist might go to Hell, but it’s for something entirely unrelated to their career. Someone might end up down here due to doing something horrible with good intentions,” the angel began listing out a few reasons, raising a finger with each one, and yet found himself quickly almost backtracking, “b-but!! It’s all your choice in the end, not trying to push you one way or another, hah! Just…something to think about. You deserve healing as much as anyone else.”
Abel had found himself standing behind the door which led to Vox’s office, you know, the guy who’d tried to take over Heaven a while ago…yeesh, talk about intimidating. In the angel’s hands was a gift basket, much like the one he and the others had attempted to bring down to the residents of Hell when they’d arrived to apologise, but last time it haaaadn’t exactly gone well. This time would surely be different, though, right? It’s not like he was coming to apologise; more so, he was coming to check on this soul who’d definitely gotten his fair share of punishment by now from all he’d done.
Regardless, the memory of the response they’d gotten last time burned fresh in his mind, and he had to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. The cellophane covering the gift basket crinkled as Abel subconsciously gripped it just a bit harder, and he breathed in deep through his nose before blowing the air out through his mouth, counting to 10 in his mind to ease his racing thoughts.
Then, he rapped his knuckles against the door before nudging it open, peeking his blonde-haired head through the crack to see if Vox was even present in his office, his amber-gold eyes settling on his form within moments. He brought a crooked grin onto his face, pushing the door open with his arm a bit more so that he’d be in full view, his wings politely folded and tucked under his arms.
“Hey, hi, uh…don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Abel! Mind if I uh…come in further?” Abel asked, but he was quick to continue before Vox could even respond.
“I tooooootally get it if you don’t want to see me though, and if that’s the case, then I’ll leave! Just uh, say the word!”
- @angel-abellee
((Hope you don’t mind me already popping in with Abel!! - Lamb/Mirage))
*He glanced up from his endless amounts of paperwork - this time, written requests for time off from Ethan of all sinners, doomed to be denied again - to see Abel stepping into his office. Immediately upon seeing the angel, he straightened up, feeling incredibly on-edge. He still felt that looming nervousness whenever he saw anyone from Heaven in his building. Why'd the security team even let him in?! Did he portal in or something? Whatever, it didn't matter. Adam's boy was here now, and... carrying one of those stupid apology gift baskets? Whatever. He wasn't interested in starting a second Holy War, so he decided not to be a dick this time* Uhm... n-no, it's... whatever. Uh, what- what brings you here... Abel?
“Oh, great! Great, then let me juuuust…” Abel said, shuffling his way further into the room, but not without closing the door behind him. That’s just polite, after all! As he approached the desk, he kept his friendly and warm expression despite the nerves that bubbled right underneath the surface. This would surely go fine, right? Surely…
“I was just thinking, you know, it’s been a while since- well, everything…and even back then, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed…troubleeed?” He stretched out his words uncertainly, his eyes wandering the room as if he didn’t want to meet Vox’s eyes just yet. Really, it was just a way of trying to keep himself from stuttering over his words.
“Aand you…I mean, you mustn't have been in a great place after it, you know…emotionally. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m here to check on you…? See how you’re doing.”
Once the words had been spoken, his feet had carried him in front of Vox’s desk, and Abel could set down the gift basket, which was still beautifully wrapped. Inside it were taffies, a cuddly hammerhead shark plushie (surprisingly without a silly phrase or anything) and various other delicious goodies like lollipops and even lemon drop hard candies.
*He fiddles with the basket, slightly turning it back and forth before looking back at you. 'Troubled' was... certainly a way to put all the things Vox had been feeling those days. He took a short breath* I'm... better, safe to say. Val's... actually talking to me again. I have a boyfriend and a few friends... I mean, I haven't exactly... forgiven myself but shit hasn't been horrible?
“Oh, oh! That’s good! That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear that, man.” Abel’s grin grew on his face, crinkling his eyes into little crescent moons as he clasped his hands together in front of himself, “and a boyfriend? Wow, you’ve been busy, huh?”
He gave a laugh that went into an awkward clearing of the throat at the tail end of it. Abel hadn’t been expecting someone like Vox to feel bad for what he’d done, or more accurately, he’d expected it to take longer. Then again, with how things came crashing down on the poor soul, it might’ve been a wake-up call of some kind…
“You know, I’m glad to hear it hasn’t all been horrible! I mean, a lot happened, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d still not been feeling alright-“ Abel wrung his hands together idly as he shifted his full attention back to the TV-headed sinner, “how’s…how’s it feel? Trying to move on from it all?”
*His gaze turned downward as he leaned onto his desk with a soft huff, tapping his claws against the surface* Guess that's where it... hasn't been great. I-I mean, you're an angel, so you probably don't understand what it's like to come to terms with the... horrible shit you did. How it parallels to the horrible shit the people you love went through. At least I don't have as many days where I wish the damn thing had just exploded but... still.
Abel listened attentively, taking in the information he was given, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the guy. It’s true, he couldn’t personally entirely relate to what the sinner in front of him was going through, but he had his own struggles. Ones he’d carried to Heaven with himself from Earth and any that came after…but that was something to dwell on later. His hands found themselves stroking over his wing, fingers lightly gliding over the golden feathers as his expression turned sympathetic.
“Well…no, I can’t entirely relate. I haven’t been what you’ve been through, obviously, but I get human struggles,” said he, his smile holding onto a somber edge, “and I know it’s not easy.”
He allowed a small pause to hang in the air as he searched for the correct words to use, before he cleared his throat to continue: “A-and I know it’s…difficult not to uh, dislike yourself? After everything that’s happened. It’s good you’ve made some, uh, strides, so that you’re not wishing such great harm upon yourself, but…have you everrr…thought of…therapy? To talk about what you’re feeling?”
Ah, geez, that was a lame suggestion, wasn’t it? He could almost kick himself for how stupid it sounded, and who knows whether or not he’d even want to go for an option like that.
Abel had found himself standing behind the door which led to Vox’s office, you know, the guy who’d tried to take over Heaven a while ago…yeesh, talk about intimidating. In the angel’s hands was a gift basket, much like the one he and the others had attempted to bring down to the residents of Hell when they’d arrived to apologise, but last time it haaaadn’t exactly gone well. This time would surely be different, though, right? It’s not like he was coming to apologise; more so, he was coming to check on this soul who’d definitely gotten his fair share of punishment by now from all he’d done.
Regardless, the memory of the response they’d gotten last time burned fresh in his mind, and he had to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. The cellophane covering the gift basket crinkled as Abel subconsciously gripped it just a bit harder, and he breathed in deep through his nose before blowing the air out through his mouth, counting to 10 in his mind to ease his racing thoughts.
Then, he rapped his knuckles against the door before nudging it open, peeking his blonde-haired head through the crack to see if Vox was even present in his office, his amber-gold eyes settling on his form within moments. He brought a crooked grin onto his face, pushing the door open with his arm a bit more so that he’d be in full view, his wings politely folded and tucked under his arms.
“Hey, hi, uh…don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Abel! Mind if I uh…come in further?” Abel asked, but he was quick to continue before Vox could even respond.
“I tooooootally get it if you don’t want to see me though, and if that’s the case, then I’ll leave! Just uh, say the word!”
- @angel-abellee
((Hope you don’t mind me already popping in with Abel!! - Lamb/Mirage))
*He glanced up from his endless amounts of paperwork - this time, written requests for time off from Ethan of all sinners, doomed to be denied again - to see Abel stepping into his office. Immediately upon seeing the angel, he straightened up, feeling incredibly on-edge. He still felt that looming nervousness whenever he saw anyone from Heaven in his building. Why'd the security team even let him in?! Did he portal in or something? Whatever, it didn't matter. Adam's boy was here now, and... carrying one of those stupid apology gift baskets? Whatever. He wasn't interested in starting a second Holy War, so he decided not to be a dick this time* Uhm... n-no, it's... whatever. Uh, what- what brings you here... Abel?
“Oh, great! Great, then let me juuuust…” Abel said, shuffling his way further into the room, but not without closing the door behind him. That’s just polite, after all! As he approached the desk, he kept his friendly and warm expression despite the nerves that bubbled right underneath the surface. This would surely go fine, right? Surely…
“I was just thinking, you know, it’s been a while since- well, everything…and even back then, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed…troubleeed?” He stretched out his words uncertainly, his eyes wandering the room as if he didn’t want to meet Vox’s eyes just yet. Really, it was just a way of trying to keep himself from stuttering over his words.
“Aand you…I mean, you mustn't have been in a great place after it, you know…emotionally. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m here to check on you…? See how you’re doing.”
Once the words had been spoken, his feet had carried him in front of Vox’s desk, and Abel could set down the gift basket, which was still beautifully wrapped. Inside it were taffies, a cuddly hammerhead shark plushie (surprisingly without a silly phrase or anything) and various other delicious goodies like lollipops and even lemon drop hard candies.
*He fiddles with the basket, slightly turning it back and forth before looking back at you. 'Troubled' was... certainly a way to put all the things Vox had been feeling those days. He took a short breath* I'm... better, safe to say. Val's... actually talking to me again. I have a boyfriend and a few friends... I mean, I haven't exactly... forgiven myself but shit hasn't been horrible?
“Oh, oh! That’s good! That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear that, man.” Abel’s grin grew on his face, crinkling his eyes into little crescent moons as he clasped his hands together in front of himself, “and a boyfriend? Wow, you’ve been busy, huh?”
He gave a laugh that went into an awkward clearing of the throat at the tail end of it. Abel hadn’t been expecting someone like Vox to feel bad for what he’d done, or more accurately, he’d expected it to take longer. Then again, with how things came crashing down on the poor soul, it might’ve been a wake-up call of some kind…
“You know, I’m glad to hear it hasn’t all been horrible! I mean, a lot happened, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d still not been feeling alright-“ Abel wrung his hands together idly as he shifted his full attention back to the TV-headed sinner, “how’s…how’s it feel? Trying to move on from it all?”
Abel had found himself standing behind the door which led to Vox’s office, you know, the guy who’d tried to take over Heaven a while ago…yeesh, talk about intimidating. In the angel’s hands was a gift basket, much like the one he and the others had attempted to bring down to the residents of Hell when they’d arrived to apologise, but last time it haaaadn’t exactly gone well. This time would surely be different, though, right? It’s not like he was coming to apologise; more so, he was coming to check on this soul who’d definitely gotten his fair share of punishment by now from all he’d done.
Regardless, the memory of the response they’d gotten last time burned fresh in his mind, and he had to swallow down the lump that was forming in his throat. The cellophane covering the gift basket crinkled as Abel subconsciously gripped it just a bit harder, and he breathed in deep through his nose before blowing the air out through his mouth, counting to 10 in his mind to ease his racing thoughts.
Then, he rapped his knuckles against the door before nudging it open, peeking his blonde-haired head through the crack to see if Vox was even present in his office, his amber-gold eyes settling on his form within moments. He brought a crooked grin onto his face, pushing the door open with his arm a bit more so that he’d be in full view, his wings politely folded and tucked under his arms.
“Hey, hi, uh…don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Abel! Mind if I uh…come in further?” Abel asked, but he was quick to continue before Vox could even respond.
“I tooooootally get it if you don’t want to see me though, and if that’s the case, then I’ll leave! Just uh, say the word!”
- @angel-abellee
((Hope you don’t mind me already popping in with Abel!! - Lamb/Mirage))
*He glanced up from his endless amounts of paperwork - this time, written requests for time off from Ethan of all sinners, doomed to be denied again - to see Abel stepping into his office. Immediately upon seeing the angel, he straightened up, feeling incredibly on-edge. He still felt that looming nervousness whenever he saw anyone from Heaven in his building. Why'd the security team even let him in?! Did he portal in or something? Whatever, it didn't matter. Adam's boy was here now, and... carrying one of those stupid apology gift baskets? Whatever. He wasn't interested in starting a second Holy War, so he decided not to be a dick this time* Uhm... n-no, it's... whatever. Uh, what- what brings you here... Abel?
“Oh, great! Great, then let me juuuust…” Abel said, shuffling his way further into the room, but not without closing the door behind him. That’s just polite, after all! As he approached the desk, he kept his friendly and warm expression despite the nerves that bubbled right underneath the surface. This would surely go fine, right? Surely…
“I was just thinking, you know, it’s been a while since- well, everything…and even back then, I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed…troubleeed?” He stretched out his words uncertainly, his eyes wandering the room as if he didn’t want to meet Vox’s eyes just yet. Really, it was just a way of trying to keep himself from stuttering over his words.
“Aand you…I mean, you mustn't have been in a great place after it, you know…emotionally. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m here to check on you…? See how you’re doing.”
Once the words had been spoken, his feet had carried him in front of Vox’s desk, and Abel could set down the gift basket, which was still beautifully wrapped. Inside it were taffies, a cuddly hammerhead shark plushie (surprisingly without a silly phrase or anything) and various other delicious goodies like lollipops and even lemon drop hard candies.
