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Ringabel tries to obey his Angel's gentle orders, her guiding voice almost impossible to hear for all the pounding in his head. It hurt too much to think, his mind full of old, painful memories that had ambushed him all at once in the vulnerable state of sleep. It wasn't fair--all Ringabel wanted was just to get a decent night's rest for once, not be reduced to a traumatized state by the horrors of the past. Even just breathing is a difficult task to accomplish with all his trembling and choked cries. To say he was a mess would be a grand understatement, and the greatest shame of it all was that once again Edea Lee had to witness it, and be the one to keep him grounded and sane."I--I--I--sorry."

Uh... [ you and Ringabel already tease him for being a bumpkin, and while Ringabel knows, can’t he at least keep the fact that he wears long johns private? ] ...same size as Ringabel.  [ That should be safe???  Maybe??  He has no idea how those sizes work, he doesn’t wear them. ]

((2. Amnesia strikes again!!))"Riiiight. What was your name again?" The young man finds it a shame that he cannot remember the pretty blonde girl's name. An Angel, really, and it escaped his memory of how they had ended up in this situation to begin with.

As inspired by that idea and then there was Rindea~. ShhhIspelleditwrongIknow.

Again, the void of emptiness plagues his mind. How terrifying it was to wake up to nothing and yet the young man had a sinking feeling this was not the first time amnesia had played its cruel hand and stolen away his few precious memories. For having nothing on his mind, it still hurt to think for even the most basic information. Where was he? How had he gotten here? Parents? Friends?....Who was he? He hadn't even a clue to what his own name was.He's saved from the creeping despair by a kiss on his cheek. All that thinking (or rather lack thereof) had him unaware of the beautiful blonde maiden at his bedside. A faint blush sets his cheeks aglow against his will--ah, perhaps he had saved her, this fine Angelic wonder of the world, or perhaps he was dying and she to guide him to the pearly gates.A pity. He was much too young and handsome from what he could tell.Yet, there was definitely something there. A ghost of a feeling of having those lips on his skin before."P--Pardon me, fair Angel, but have we met before? You feel much too real for this to be a dream, but if it is I would wish to never wake."

He's...he's pretty sure he's the one who likes the girl in the pictures.  People keep showing her to him, and he worries his lip as he stares at her, trying to figure out what she's like and how he would know her.

If Ringabel was a betting man, he'd bet that at a certain time on this certain day that a certain Angel would pass beneath this certain mistletoe and he would certainly be right here.And so he stood. A man and his thoughts. Him. Edea. Kissing .It was no wonder the poor Vagrant hadn't a clue that his Angel was right there, and that she knew exactly what the young man was undoubtedly thinking.So, as usual, Edea Lee took matters into her own hands and lips.A squeak of a noise escapes Ringabel as he's suddenly shoved against the wall, followed by a definite muffled shriek of utter surprise as he recognizes Edea and feels her lips so fast and hard on his own. O--Ohhh, Crystals--!! There was no chance of recovering from a surprise kiss like that, especially by his perfect Angel, and it was all Ringabel could do to not melt into a puddle on the floor.Even as Edea ran away laughing, Ringabel doubted he could give chase. Crystals, was she good, and he wouldn't want her any other way.