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Originally Posted by ~Half-A-Witch-Ace~
Angel
Angel realizes and gives a little squeak before they drop the pop-tart. They sigh and say "Thanks!" |
He dips his head to his friend before he falls silent. Pulling out his phone, he eyes the words from his sister. His health is deteriorating. Pain fills him and he places the phone on the table. He wants to throw it across the room, but he instead makes his hands into tight fists.