LOVE TO MAKE IT RAIN || FEAST + PROMOTIONS

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Or took three or so times but finally, Angel was rather intrigued by one of the many meetings that the Kingpin called. The sting of his family up and leaving him with their ungrateful traitor of a father, or so he was starting to formulate in his head as time went on and his heart got that much more resentful, had begun to subside and he had not been cannibalized by the mad queen since the incident involving the statues. Life was good, it was good indeed. The decorations Sojourn had put together were simply breathtaking, really, the gently sparkling of ice reflected off his light colored eyes, nearly missing the actual point of the call.

Of course, while the food was also rather interesting and he did plan to enjoy himself, Angel’s ears perked up at the mention of promotions, and very visibly pleased with himself when his own name was one of the many listed. Alongside many others that he was more than happy to congratulate. He was in a decent enough mood to even have the potential to congratulate Aphra, but from a distance. Like an acquaintance.

”Warlord, fascinating.” Angel said simply, though with a genuine tone of positivity towards his mother, moving on quickly as he hardly expected a response. No, no, who he was looking for was the flower power duo, he’d expected Saturn would want to say something. Not that Saturn or Byriath were hard to find.

”Because I bet you’re so cold.” Angelembrace said quietly to Byriath, sliding up to the side of the Guru as if he’d just appeared out of thin air, raising his brow with an unusual sly grin upon his spotted face. Not unwelcome, surely, but he just hadn’t smiled like he meant it in quite some time now, at least quite some time for a kid.