NOT QUITE THE DRUNKEN STUPOR HE'D EXPECTED upon accepting stolas’ invitation for a drink. it seems the poor prince is a SAD sort of drunk. angel, however, is rather adept at remedying that. his own, sad expression morphs into a wild grin.
❛ LISTEN, BABE. ❜ he begins with all the confidence of a man who isn’t currently wiping drool from the corner of his mouth. ❛ your brain’s good for plenty ! ya got that whole magic shit, or whatever it is, plus you’re the type o’ guy who listens to classical music. i mean, c’mon. CLASSICAL ! anyone who don’t see how smart ya are’s a fuckin’ dead brain. ❜ once all the spit is cleared from his mouth, he presses a chaste kiss to the prince’s head, then continues on to rummage through the bag he’d brought to the owl’s estate. only to then drudge from it a few empty balloons & a few cases of pudding. ❛ let’s start some shit tonight, babe. get your mind offa whatever’s bummin’ ya out, huh ? ❜