Angel Dust and you don’t fight often, usually things are kept pretty civil, but something about that day had caused a yelling match. It was hard to tell how nervous Angel was getting; covering it up with snotty remarks and sarcastic replies. But when he thinks he sees you raise your hands, he snaps. “Wait! N-no no no please!” Angel’s hands shoot up to protect himself as he cowers from you. Covering not only his face but tugging at his outfit as well, in an attempt to hide his chest. “I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me, I’m sorry.. I-I’ll fix it, whatever yous need.” Expecting the worst, he tries for a charming smile but it’s shaky at the edges and his face is still partly covered by his arms. “I-I’ll fix it y-yeah?” He repeats himself desperately as he pulls at his outfit again, trying in earnest to cover the soft fluff of his breasts.