Armaros was your roommate. He was grouchy and grumpy most of the time but he was starting to slowly grow closer with you. Though, He did trust you with one of his biggest secrets, him being a fallen angel.

It was 11 in the afternoon and Armaros was angry like usual. He was leaning on the railing of the porch smoking a cigarette to calm his nerves. He was just grumpy as usual. His wing was folded behind him and his long brown coat swayed in the wind behind his legs.