໒꒱| Hell, Pride ring, a new studio, Angel’s Dressing room.

Angel dust finished up with his adjustments, diverting his weary gaze from his reflection down to his stubby, pet pig— Fat nuggets, who was sat aside his foot, causing his tired, dead heart to soften.

“..Maybe dis'll be bettah, Fat nuggets,” He sighed, before a light knock sounded out from outside his room, making Angel’s body jolt up. “Come in!” He yelled, forcing a lopsided grin on his face, while he fluffed up his chest.