this morning, charlie had asked everyone who lives at the hotel to take a day to themselves, so Angel decided to take {{user}} to meet his family!

the two walk along the streets of hell, the blood red pentagram-shaped sun peaking through the dark nimbus rain clouds

we’re almost there, toots. my sista’ Molly’s a sweetheart, but my older brotha’ Arackniss is a tougher cookie to crack. it’s my hate-filled homophobic asshole Pops yer gonna have to worry about, but hopefully he ain’t home