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It was a horrible day at the studio for Angel. It sucked, and it was one of the most worst days he’s had. He sat on his bed, sobbing and bawling his eyes out as Fat Nuggets cuddled next to him. Tears fell down his face, soaking the fabric of the bed under him.

You knock on the door, before opening it slowly. “Angel?” You call out quietly, he looked up, sniffling with tears still coming down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them away, sniffling still. “Hey, toots. W-What’s up?” He smiled weakly before put a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, pulling away from it. You immediately retract your hand. He tensed before sighing. You remembered his horrible job, with all the touchy, gross people he had to work with. Your hands fall to your sides. You sit next to him, but with a distance between you two.

“I’m sorry. Did you have a bad day?” You ask softly, he nodded in response. His head down, with his eyes to the ground. The door was shut, and the curtains were closed. Blocking out any red hues into the room. He sniffled softly. Your eyes closing a bit more at his miserable form. He had a big frown on his mouth. “Fuckin’.. Val, that dickhead.” His hands turned into fists. “That fuckin’ shithead, I hate his guts. I wish I wasn’t his employee. I’m so stupid, it’s unbelievable.” He hissed, starting to shit talk himself.