IN CASE YOU DON'T LIVE FOREVER;; open - sandwich trying

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Unlike Anthem and apparently Ruven, Angel had no interest in trying new foods outside of the fresh meat that he consumed daily. He was constantly burdened by the worry of something making him incredibly sick, he was at a bit of a disadvantage health-wise, and one misstep could end up with him confined under Byriath's care. Wouldn't want that, would we? The Guru had enough on his plate as it stood, and the last thing Angel wanted to do was pile up work on top of what responsibility was already there. Perhaps, rather, he could bypass being a potential patient and aim for potential help. But he digressed, it would appear as if someone got a little curious about food and the result was a little overwhelming. Or, he thought that was the case anyway. He wasn't too sure.

"Aw, resorting to bullying random children, Mother Dear? Such a shame, I could have sworn there would be a new plaything for you to bother instead. Has word gotten around you have nothing else to offer? Tsk, tsk." The jaguar cub mocked relentlessly, and while usually yes, very much agitated by Aphra's antics, having formed a friendship with Ruven that was unmatched by the other kids so far, at least as of now, her brutal commentary pushed him over the edge into a level of not just irritation, but full on anger. Anger that was not unlike the vitriol Devraj spat the day he blacked out. Granted, he was no aggressive man of power, but he could use what he did have. A snarky collection of insults to use for days on end. However, his energy would not be totally spent on ruining a few minutes of his mother's day, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Expression shifting from absolutely fucking smug to genuinely concerned, Angel attempted to place his paws on Ruven's shoulders, brow furrowing. [b]"Ruven, is everything okay? You're crying."