✨🎶ALL YOU WANNA DO IS DANCE!🎶✨

Val’s question was one he really didn’t know how to answer well. Yes- he missed times like this, like how they were right now. When Valentino sought for him, at least acting like he cared, like he wanted Angel. He missed when they were together for more than just shoots or business- even just to be fucked and set aside. Times like these where he didn’t feel like an afterthought. When he could lay with him, do art, watch films that Val could tell him about, tell raunchy jokes and light up a cigarette together.

“I missed it- I missed this.” He defends his answer.

He missed it all. Even some of the times where he was being hit. When it was personal, something Val cared enough about, and something that made him feel seen for something that he really was.

He knows it’s fucked up. And can’t say missing him didn’t involve living either. When he wasn’t on the ends of the other Vee’s punishing hand, or cold objectification- and when it wasn’t just work around the clock… domestic life had things to miss too. Like right now he missed Fat Nuggets so badly it ached.

“M. Maybe.” He knows how badly that flat face would take it. And how easily things went south. How quickly this turned to Val wanting to kill him.

“Would ya really want that?” He already had the other two. The Vees were more important than he ever was. The second he’s burnt out, he’s like the butt of a cigarette. His team, Vox especially, they were always more. And somehow Angel doubts it is quiet as he says.

"Of coooourseee, baby!" Valentino cooed, quick, almost immediate. He knew that Angel was going to drag his feet about it, or at least pretend to play hard to get, so he knew just the direction to take.

He sat up and adjusted himself so that he had a clearer view of Angel's eyes.

"Of course I mean with me."

Sure, he had Vox and Velvette, but those were his partners. They could do as they wanted. Angel Dust was his property, and, right now, with Angel living at that hotel... it was more like Val had him on loan.

That wasn't how it should be.

"I- ha- I mean, are things really going that well for you ever since you moved out? I've seen the place on TV, and I'm not gonna lie, Angel..." The moth leaned in. "It's kind of a dump."

He pulled away.

"I just don't want my hermoso Angelito de seis patas to languish away in such a place!" Val donned a pout. "There's so much negative attention on you guys, with Heaven's... wrath, and all... and... I'm sure there's asbestos in the walls. Your health is at risk!"

Big eyes.

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Intersex people can be any gender. Cis, trans, nonbinary, anything. Just like people with brown eyes can be any gender.

It also does not automatically mean having both. That is possible, but really rare in humans. It can be hormonal conditions, internal conditions, or aspects of both, and any combination of these things. Many people do not find out until later in life. It isn't always super clear-cut.

He let it play for a moment, before switching it off and dragging his hands down his face.

"Now they're making edits of me."

... At the trial, of course. He could assume that Blitz knew what he was talking about.

"I don't understand it. Was I truly that awful?"

【𐂃】 ❝ UHHH you want the honest answer? or half-assed? ❞ to be frank, he didn't want to answer at all. the trial seemed like a fucking kangaroo court. it was pretty one sided; as bias as this god forsaken Hell hierarchy. Needless to say, Blitz was glad for the outcome. beyond grateful that they still had their heads attached to their neck.

"I'm hardly hungry," the bird complained, huffing as he glanced over at him. "What did you have in mind?"

He stared at Blitz, then, and his eyes said what his words did not: Oh, I see how it is. You can't even bring yourself to lie. You must hate me.

Stolas sat up, feathery hair unkempt and frizzy.

"You know, Blitz, I haven't enjoyed these outings in quite a while." Maybe it was his turn to not feel listened to-- to be dragged here and there by a loved one who meant well, but had no idea what was going through his mind. "I don't..."

Nimble fingers reached up behind his neck.

"I don't like all of the staring."

And not just the staring, but the jeers and jabs and the constant negative attention that appeared to be coming from all sides. He'd have expected the onslaught to have died down by now, but the warmer weather seemed to be bringing out the worst in everyone, as it always did. Blitz had already needed to step in and save his sorry tail more than once.

"And the name-calling, and the..."

Death threats.

Stolas flicked his wrist.