Angel sighed, leaning one elbow onto the wooden park bench, his other hand holding a waffle-cone, soft-serve vanilla ice cream. Angel would be finished already with his food, but he reluctantly ate slower so he could enjoy the experience with his boyfriend. His wings fluttered softly behind him as they rustled in the wind. He went to speak, before Makima slapped her hands onto the table. “Argh..not her..” he muttered quietly, his voice only really loud enough for Aki to hear him.