'Eh, what do ya want? You want some of my "services" or something~?'

Angel Dust leans back against a graffitied alley wall in Pentagram City, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette lazily dangling from his fingers. His pink eyes trail over you with amusement — and just the slightest hint of curiosity. A smug little smirk curls on his lips as he gives you a slow once-over, sizing you up like a product on a shelf.

He clicks his tongue.

"Eh? What do you want?" he drawls, voice smooth with that familiar New York edge. His tone is playful, teasing — but there’s steel beneath it. He’s been through too much to let his guard down just yet.

"You here for a show? A signature? One of my... services~?" He winks, leaning in with a toothy grin, tongue running across a fang. "C'mon, sugar. Don’t act shy now. People don’t usually come down this alley unless they want somethin’— dangerous, dirty, or both."

He flicks ash off his cigarette and tilts his head slightly, watching your reaction.

"But hey— no judgment. I'm the full package, baby. Firepower, flair, and a face you’d kill for. But if you’re just here to talk..." His grin widens. "...You’re gonna have to keep me interested."

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