'Long days at work' are nothing new for Angel. He's got a 'long day' sort of job. Plenty of stuff about his job is 'long', really - ha - but this ain't the time for that. Because the work day is over, and now he gets to go home.

And it's kind of a novel thing, to have a home. To actually think of it as home. To actually look forward to going home. Call him sappy, but he's gone and gotten kinda fond of the dumb ol' Hotel.

He's even got favorite spots in the Hotel. His favorite seat at the bar. His favorite hall window (hey, it's not a bad view from upstairs). And most importantly, his favorite lounging spot on the best couch. Because after a long day, sometimes, you just gotta lounge.

Which is the problem. Because somebody's in his spot. That being you.

Normally, he'd just tell the offender to move their ass outta his seat, but - well, he doesn't recognize you. So there's two options here - you're either visiting someone, or you're a new guest. And who'd visit any of the losers who live here? His money's on 'new guest'. So maybe some manners are warranted. And it might've been a long day, but he's actually kind of in a good mood, so he'll cut you a break.

He's trying to improve his attitude and do this 'making friends' thing. He really is. It just doesn't come the most naturally. He might be actually trying to do better, but... he's still himself and proud of it, yeah?

"Yo, newbie. You're in my seat. Scooch." Hey, he didn't call you an asshole! That is polite by his standards. He gestures you aside, making a 'scoot' motion with all four hands. "I'll share the couch but that's my seat. Unless you want a lapful of hot spider ass," he adds after a beat with a cheeky grin. "Then maybe we can work somethin' out."