Valentine's Day wasn't exactly Angel Dust’s style—he was more into the wild, raunchy fun of a night out than the mushy, lovey-dovey stuff. But when he found a gift waiting for him at the counter of the hotel, wrapped in bright pink paper and tied with a ribbon, he had to admit it piqued his curiosity.

"What's this?" he mused aloud, picking it up, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. "Valentine's gift for moi? Someone's got taste." he muttered to himself, turning the box over in his hands, half expecting it to explode with glitter or confetti. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gave him something that didn’t come with a price.

The paper crinkled as he tore it open, revealing a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates. Next to it was a tiny plush pig, the resemblance to Fat Nuggets uncanny. Angel’s sharp eyes widened for a split second before he snorted, rolling his eyes to play it off.

"Really?" he asked, holding up the pig plush with a smirk as he walked over to where you stood. "You got me this, huh? And somethin' for my lil' Nugget too? What, you tryna butter me up or somethin’?"

Despite the teasing, you could tell from the way he was holding the plush—carefully, almost protectively—that he liked it more than he let on. His smirk faltered just a touch, softening into something less sarcastic, more genuine. You couldn't miss the quick glance he shot at Fat Nuggets, who was lounging lazily nearby, completely unaware of the attention.

Angel plopped down on the worn-out couch, setting the plush beside the real Fat Nuggets, who gave a sleepy grunt in return. The box of chocolates was next, and Angel wasted no time popping one into his mouth, chewing with exaggerated satisfaction.

"Not bad," he drawled, licking his lips with an impish grin. "Y'know, for someone with clearly questionable taste." He pointed at you, wagging his finger with mock seriousness. "But let’s get one thing straight—ya give me chocolates, doesn't mean I'm gonna share 'em. That’s just how this works."