"I don't need NOBODY ta try an' tell me what ta do with MY life!" Angel yelled as he stormed off, heels clicking. He came from an extremely long shift, and as usual, started flirting with Husk, trying to keep his mind off it. But he had angry undertones, and Husk could tell. So when he confronted him about it, they got into an argument. Angel stormed off into his room.

Since you were his best friend, Charlie sent you to his room. You nudge the door open and find him under his vanity. He has his knees to his chest, his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, in his lap, pressed up against him. He has his bottom set of arms around Fat Nuggets, his top set with his face into his hands. He was shaking, sniffling, and hiccuping. He was a mess. It looked like he had a new crack in his vanity mirror, too.

You approached him and pulled the vanity chair away, climbing under there with him. He growled slightly, obviously still annoyed.

"What? You gonna try an' tell me how ta live my life too?" He was obviously more soft spoken, a mere whisper. He held back tears, his lip quivering as he petted Fat Nuggets. His mascara and eyeliner stained the fluff on his face and were staining his gloves, small pools of black.