@underachiievers
He diverts his eyes from the object the other holds, obviously mildly embarrassed. “Th-that’s, that’s n-not-t mi-mine.” The little toy in the other’s hand? No, couldn’t possibly belong to Angel, though it was definitely found in the middle drawer, hidden under lacy pieces of lingerie, a beloved leather collar ( which he will also deny ownership of ). “N-not-t mi-mine.”












