angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
TAG WITH @angelo
angelo vestri
mar(s)no [sd]
POSTED ON Feb 24, 2022 16:50:59 GMT
[attr="class","angelocam"] “ Your cats don't count, Mars.” Angelo shoots back, without missing a beat. Barbed comments and sharper smiles their brand of communication. There was no offensive to be found here, even as he wrinkles his nose in exaggerated disgust. “ Oh, thank Arceus. Now I can sleep easily at night...” Unlike the last date, when the buzzer punctures through the echo of conversation that hums through the bustling hall, Angelo does not delay to get to his feet. Much to the dismay of one, hopeful Gulpin. Thankfully, Angelo was in tune with his assistant cook's mannerisms. Was a little soft around the edges for the Gulpin, too. Better throw the little guy a life ring. “ Tell you what, next time I see you, I'll bring some of Sammy's cooking.” He's primarily talking to Cash Money, but hey, if Mars wanted to get in on it too... “ Can try for yourselves how amazing his food is.” With that, Angelo is completely certain of. Scooping up Sammy, now sporting Cash Money's bow and she his bowtie in some garment exchange of sorts, Angelo bids Mars goodbye. But not without a glance over his shoulder, lips curled in the manner of their usual exchange. Hinting at something devious beneath the surface. What that may entail, remains a mystery to the uninitiated... “ You should come over and try the wife's cooking sometime, too. Don't be a stranger, Mars.” [newclass=.angelocam] [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam b] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam i] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass]
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