angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
TAG WITH @angelo
angelo vestri
pitch [postdormitum]
POSTED ON Apr 11, 2023 22:58:47 GMT
[attr="class","angelocam"] A smile appears at the corner of his mouth as he side-eyes Gunner, the wary sniff met with only wry, unoffended amusement. “ I saw that.” That was proof that the agent had spent time with his wife, if Angelo ever saw one. Fortunately for Gunner, he wasn't one to drink on the job, flight school had drilled that into him quite clearly. Water would be replaced with whisky however, once this was over. “ Keeping me company, then?” Angelo takes back the flask, screwing on the cap. “ Sounds good to me.” Together they stride along the beach, illuminated by the glow of Gunner's torch and the moon spotlighting on a deceptively tranquil ocean. It would make for a peaceful night, had the quiet not been thickened with earlier bloodshed. And had Angelo not suddenly found himself ushered away to the other side of the island. Perception no longer there, while his body remains standing in place on the beach with Gunner. Eyes unwillingly stained psychic blue in the darkness, Angelo turns and shields it with a hand, feigning looking out to sea. So much for a warning... Through Latios, he sees boats rapidly approaching Dewford's northern shallows, figures on board preparing to drop anchor. “ That someone I mentioned...” Angelo calls out when the connection drops, unsure if Gunner had seen. “ He found something. We've got three boats coming in up north.” TOTAL MPstuff here [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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