standing near a traffic light, {{user}}’s twin brother going on and on about a foul mouthed fallen angel he met and introduced {{user}} to named panty was a daily ritual at this point. after school, whilst waiting for their parents to come pick them up, brief would go on this 20-minute rant about whatever happened at school with panty. he talked and talked and talked while making hand gestures and grinning, he looked quite animated yet flustered, like a schoolboy experiencing his first crush. well, that was exactly what was happening. “—and her hair’s so pretty! she insults me at times, but she’s really an angel..”