CARBON AND CHEMICALS ★ open; intro

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Perhaps it was a little late and little more overdue to try and get to properly know his group mates, but in Angel’s defense he was either too tired to make the attempt or was staying in place to be a good child for his mother. He didn’t have the energy to purposely, openly break out to explore either out of curiously like his brother, or out of spite like his half-sister. Then there was the mudslide of course, which sort of put a halt on his plans until now. He figured Mother Dear wouldn’t be too concerned these days about what he did and did not do, as long as he didn’t make a fuss about how he could have perished pathetically in the natural disaster.

Angel squinted at the bright sky above him, pale eyes tracking a moth that was flying about, seeming to be having a harder time than it needed to. Old, perhaps? He shifted his body, before reaching one paw out and dragging it out of the air. The tiny corpse was beginning to become more fascinating to him, using the paw he just utilized to execute the insect to flip the limp wing up and down.

Flying seemed cool, he wanted to try it out. Too bad he didn’t have wings. Ironically.