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

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Oh, thank god. Angel watched the interaction between Sojourn and Aphra without a word, too shocked to comment either way, though a negative shot at Sojo would never come. After all, he firmly believed that Aphra had it coming, though it was a moment too late that he remembered that Ruven was the doted on son of the Kingpin herself. A terrible child in many ways to make horridly crass insults to hurl at, truly. And as Aphra finally left, Angel breathed a small sigh of relief, shaking his head as if disappointed in her behavior. Which, truly, was not far from the truth. Ah, whatever, she could hiss and spit about her new injury all day for all he cared.

His head tilted slightly at the explanation that Ruven provided, processing the rather simple reason for his tears. He couldn't help his subsequent reaction, but the laughter that burst from somewhere within him forced him to drop his paws back to the ground for some stability, pressing one to his spotted face in an attempt to not go overboard. Something actually humorous, not as common as he would have expected from general day-to-day life. "Poor Ru, bested by a bit of peanut butter and bread." The jaguar cub was merely joking of course, not a single hint of mockery in his tone at all, only amusement. Arvid brought up a good point, milk or even water would have been a good idea to pair with food like that, no? As far as the perpetrator went...Anthem had taken care of it. Not gracefully, but at least it was no longer an issue.