#angel;closed

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@gxvemelxve

He didn’t hear the other enter, which is why he’s still shirtless when Adrian walks in. Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but Angel’s back is still littered with scars that make him feel uncomfortable, unnatural. In all honesty, he wouldn’t even have his shirt off if he hadn’t suddenly developed a nose bleed. But then he feels Adrian’s cool fingers tracing the marks, which, from a distance, almost resemble an intricate tree, and he jumps about three feet in the air, cheeks red. “I, I’m s-s-sorry. I, I d-di-didn’t kn-know y-you w-were h-h-here.”

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@shemovesslowly

“I k-kin-kinda wa-wanna add a, a ne-new ta-t-tattoo. Wh-what d-do y-you thi-think?”

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firexmeetxgasoline

“Um... are, are you alright? I mean... I don’t mean to be rude. You just look a little... hungover.”

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gxvemelxve

He couldn’t remember what he was doing before he dozed off, but the second his head touched the other’s shoulder, Angel’s head jerked up, wide eyes glancing up at Adrian. “Sor-sorry. I, I wa-was ju-just falling a-asleep. I’m, I’m sorry.”

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prcfane

“Thi-this is fo-for you,” he offers, extending the painting with shaking hands.

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gxvemelxve

“Um.. y-you for-forgot thi-this,” he offers, extending the other’s dropped wallet.

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{ sociophobist }

“well I’ve been waiting for you for 45 minutes, thought you wouldn’t come anymore.” Angel said, shrugging their shoulders and turning to peer at their friend. “but good part is: I heard a mom try to explain to their child that a minion isn’t real, while the child’s twin whined about how the movie was shitty.” A wink was given from a heavily make up covered eye, and they reached to stand up, grabbing onto Zander’s arm. “what are we watching today again?”

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{ supxrsticions }

“uuh-- no those.. those..” They brushed their hair back, nervously looking at the bruises on their skin. “...it was my brother again.” why not trust their best friend, after all?