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{❉} Well, he certainly was a sodden one. Quite the mopey one, too, to add to it. Managing to get a quick look at him, she also noticed he didn’t look like anyone around here, either. Just where was he from? “An angel, you say? Everyone thought those were all myths and legends.“ His three sets of wings certainly proved it, but he seemed far too depressing for a shining being. “What’re you beating yourself up for?“ Probably personal things, but as one would imagine in her current personality, it didn’t really matter.

☨ The angel gazed at the other through those six wings. Which entangled themselves all while she spoke. "...Yes. I'm an angel; living and breathing...to be specific. I'm an unworthy seraph." He didn't exactly feel the need to prove his angelic nature, as he wouldn't be worthy demonstrating that holiness. "I'm unworthy of the attributes to being an angel, I'm a loser...I bring down all my friends." With each self-insult; the angel's head bowed deeper into his feathery cocoon. 

☨ Taffy didn't even remotely notice her when she heard him slip into the alley-way, the angel simply cocooned himself in his ivory embrace. Upon hearing her presence near the rather submissive angel, scarlet irises peeked up at the seemingly amicable, & cheerful creature. "I'm an angel...Unworthy of it's half-heart holiness." There goes his oppressively saddened nature. With both knees propped up, he firmly hugged them; angelic wings spreading only momentarily for the woman to see his pale visage. 

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