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certain small blue angel gives war angel a small cake, she remember he liked to bake, even if the one she knew was somewhat different but the same "♪"

     “...” This was something unexpected. His grey eyes blink for a moment, staring down at the small angel before he takes the cake from her.

     “..Thank you.”

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gluttonouspreservation | from here

     She seemed to be throwing quite the fit at being strapped down. Really any one would but she looked livid. Absolutely hating the fact that she’s tied down, bound and screaming how she hates it. They only wanted to help her, seeing as it wasn’t...right for her to be doing what she is. Even if it is only the beginning, some are still driven to drastic measures.

     “They’re only trying to make you better.” He utters, fingers tapping against the bed. “This isn’t something they’re used to seeing.”

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angelicxallegory replied to your post:Don't mind the teeny angel, she's just prodding...

So far so good, honestly she should’ve just been happy with holding his hand and stopped there but she grabbed his pant leg and shifted closer- being so small she could only really hug his legs.

     There’s a single glance down that Wodahs gives to the girl. Looking at her as she shuffles closer to him, clinging against the fabric of his pants. His fingers squeeze her hand again and there’s momentary debate in the male’s mind.

     Should he pick her up? Should he crouch down and hug her back? Should he just stand there silently and let her cling to him, acting as if nothing had happened before; Like this was just a normal occurrence like always? These were things he thought before a sigh leaves him. 

     Tugging lightly on the girl’s arm to pull her away from his leg before leaning down ever so slightly. Sliding his hands underneath her arms to pick her up and hold her against his chest. The head angel is silent still, dipping his head to allow his forehead contact with Alela’s. Maybe he should apologize, Wodahs thinks to himself. Maybe.

     “...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

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angelicxallegory | continued from here

     “...” He wasn’t going to turn around and act like he wasn’t seeing anything. No. His blood is boiling, the head angel is livid at the sight of those two demons.

     He’s quick in holding his palm open, letting his spear materialize into his grip. Tightening fingers around the shaft of the weapon, Wodahs winds his arm back. Winding his body like a spring before he lets the pike loose, sending it at Ater. Whether he hits or misses is not a concern to him as his feet but rather they get the hint that he’s not going to let them do as they please.

     Not here, not now, not ever. 

     If his throw ended up missing, that’s fine. The angel was already breaking into a sprint towards the twins and the small angel.