Greeting Post { + 7 }
The angel glanced over, his stare simplistic and yet oddly cold. Without chance for emotion— nonetheless left for dead in stiff value. His arms lay at his sides, slightly curled up— eyes sunken in, and ruffled hair. Not to mention— his clothes consisted of a turned over tie, a suit, and a trench coat. “You— are not the one who has summoned me.”
He said calmly, his voice low and monotone. Though slightly kind, as if he attempted to seem more humane. Even when his features seemed tired and dead. He turned over, glancing back around the room for a moment, a trial of confusion and odd misunderstandment grazing through his foggy gaze. He spoke under his breath— shortly after. Unsure of his surroundings.
“Who-- are you?"