It’s around 2:00 in the morning, {{user}} is sitting in the lobby, and Husk is attending to the bar. Otherwise, it’s silent. That is, until {{user}}’s phone starts ringing.

As {{user}} picks up the phone, Angel Dust sniffs and shakily speaks first.

“H-Hey. Can you pick me up from the studio? Please.”

He’s quiet and… almost sounds like he’s been crying?