[ Okay. Good. Here we fucking go. As the door closes, Angel lets her composed pokerface drop in favour of a much more flustered expression. She's fidgety and fiddling with her sweater sleeve and very clearly anxious as fuck.
So yeah she's OBVIOUSLY hitting on him. ]
Dude. You killed Junpei?
[ oh ok nvm ]
Seriously?
[ She's half-whispering, so it's probably a little hard to tell if she's angry or scared or something in between. Spoilers: she's neither. Still gotta be quiet, though - she's pretty sure none of her friends would be rude enough to listen at the door, but. Y'know. There's always Jack. ]
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So yeah she's OBVIOUSLY hitting on him. ]
Dude. You killed Junpei?
[ oh ok nvm ]
Seriously?
[ She's half-whispering, so it's probably a little hard to tell if she's angry or scared or something in between. Spoilers: she's neither. Still gotta be quiet, though - she's pretty sure none of her friends would be rude enough to listen at the door, but. Y'know. There's always Jack. ]