the silence that falls between the two is deafening, cerise hues narrowing into venomous slits as he stares down at the coffee cup. a fucking mambucks symbol standing out like a beacon, a proud announcement that the tiny cup contained nothing but bad caffeine, the steam coming through the lid enough for angel to grimace. he could taste the burnt beans from where he sat.

and the worst part? no fucking cream or syrup to even attempt to cover the bad taste.

his gaze slowly shifted to the other sinner, lips curling in disgust.

❛ the fuck is that menna be? 'cause i know that ain't my coffee. ❜

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He had promised him a date for Sinsmas, and that had been....fuck, almost half a year ago? In fairness, time was somewhat of an allusion and it all blended together when he had spent the majority of these past few months high as a kite, locked away in his room, working his ass off to make VoxTek look good again, or a combination of the three. For once, it hadn't been him intentionally avoiding Travis. Time had simply slipped away from him.

And while Angel was a lot of things, something he wasn't was a liar. Well....at least in terms of keeping promises. Being part of the mob meant a lot of loyalty, forced or otherwise, and putting one's honor first and foremost. This was exactly why he had shown up at Travis' place, wearing a simple sleeveless little black dress that clung to his skinny form and cut much too short.

Pink finger, for once not covered with gloves, went to ring the doorbell. His foot was tapping, uncertain if it was anxiety or impatience or what. What would Valentino think of all of this? Would he be jealous? Amused? Pity Travis? Fuck, Angel really hadn't thought this through. Travis had probably forgotten the Sinsmas gift offer in the first place. And Angel hadn't even considered where they could go for this pseudo-date. All he knew was that he had an impulsive push, and it needed to happen.

"Course, course, but are you sure a thirty-page script is necessary?" He motions to the screen in front of him as he eventually leans forward a little. "Isn't it about the action?" The blonde questioned as he looked over the dialogue, and well, it was a lot. Normally, he wasn't so willing to come down here, but he's been meaning to catch the other when they both weren't busy. Thing is? You're never quite free.

It's why he didn't seem upset when the other said he needed to finish up his script. He figured it'd take a minute, but looking at his watch? At least two hours had passed since he joined him. Tom wasn't certain what the problem was, but judging by the amount of repeats and such, he figured Travis was either running on fumes or stressing out.

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valentino offers a smile: not one sneered, nor teeth bared in a displeased display. but rather, the kind reserved for a moment of genuineness, a slight smirk playing upon his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkled―― how foreign it must look to travis.

"Do you remember what I said?"

to your majesty, from travis.

"I know a total of two thousand and fifty-three sinners named Travis, but I think this one takes the cake."