@annihilationtype
not having a single purpose here... nor the drive... nor a hefty bank account to distract himself with... means ángel's become something of a half-hearted people-watcher in this city. what can he say? the quirky cast of citizens keeps his mind occupied.
on a related note, does this kid look a little green in the face or...? ack! well yes, getting caught certainly confirms it! not worth the terrible first impression, however!
"oh, i wasn't--" he blanks (something the man's never really had to kick himself for until recently). "your... tattoos!" good save; the finger snap added some flair to it, surely.
looking now, though, that is a lot of ink! enough for ángel to spare himself the self-deprecation following his social blunder and instead marvel at the artistry. "i thought i had award-winning pain tolerance... that's intense, kid. real clean, too. who's your artist?"
