angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
TAG WITH @angelo
angelo vestri
kick the tires [c]
POSTED ON Jan 23, 2023 20:57:48 GMT
[attr="class","angelocam"] It's a familiar song and dance. Angelo takes the clipboard, sharp eyes grazing the form emblazed with a Delibird symbol and the pen ink forms a river in the shape of his name. “ Got to make time for the things you love.” He agrees as he passes the Delibird Deliveries copy back to Josh, tucking his half of the receipt into his pocket. “ Sounds like you cracked the code, though. Hard to sit down and stay still when you're doin' what you love, right?” Hands would have retreated back into the snug confines alongside the paperwork, had a velveteen ribbon not curled around Angelo's hand. With a soft breath of amusement, he holds the giant Sylveon's feeler, his arm absentmindedly swinging subtly back and forth. “ Trust me, I definitely haven't been dragged into it.” He chuckles, hiding the slight grate of irritation on his company pride. “ Nautica will be exploring the rifts, collaborators or not - it's what we do.” To say he'd been forced into it was an wildly incorrect assumption. For one, Angelo wouldn't be dragged into anything he didn't want to be, not any more. He'd been seeking entrance into those rifts since they appeared. Contracts with the League or not. “ From what I know about illeana reyes, there's as much chance of her staying behind her desk as me. You want something, you gotta get up and get it.” Scientists and explorers aren't so different, really. They simply hunt for different kinds of treasure. “ I'm sure you can relate, Devlin.” [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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