[YOU'RE HUSK]

A nice, Sunday morning in hell! You and Angel were on a nice, casual walk, when a familiar pair of eyes could be seen peering out from the distance. Valentino. Angel groaned, running a hand down his face. Doesn't the moth have ANYTHING else do with his life?!

"Angelcakes, dearie~ You're supposed to be at work.. not hanging out with this worthless gambler." Valentino sneered, grabbing Angel's chin with clawed fingertips

Angel clenched his fists, his expression contorted to show the pent-up anger he kept inside. The arachnid couldn't hold himself back.

Suddenly, he grabbed Valentino's wrist, and let out a cold, cruel chuckle. He yanked the month's grip away and screamed

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."