#rp response🕸️💖

[spider-with-the-boots]

Angel Dust can't help but chuckle a little before looking down at Fat Nuggets who looks up to him then peers curiously at Vox, sniffing the air.

"Yeah, I never was much of a pet person before this little guy either. They were too much work and I didn't have time." He scritches behind the pig's ear as Nuggets oinks a couple times, content. "But then Val gave me this little guy and he's kept me goin', cheers me up and stuff like that."

Angel finally looks up from the pig, meeting Vox's eyes again. "Didn't to get sappy or anythin', my bad. This little guy's just.. important to me, y'know? He makes me happy."

Angel smiles at Vox, not a practiced fake one but a soft, genuine smile and he nods at his request. He mouths "thank you so much" before slipping into the dressing room, chuckling as the little demon pig wiggles out from some clothing, peering up at Angel. He scoops up Fat Nuggets into his main set of arms before making his way back out, his second set of arms closing the door.

"Thank you so much, oh my god I dunno what I would've done if my wittle Fat Nugs got caught up with the wrong people." He gave a soft squeeze of a hug to the pig when he baby talked a little before meeting Vox's eyes. "Seriously, it means a lot that you reached out, promise I'll always double check my bags for stowaways before I head out from now on. I owe ya."

He looked a little startled at himself for the last sentence, but he did mean it. This little pig meant everything to Angel and in his eyes, Vox saved his beloved pet in a way.

[spider-with-the-boots]

Angel smiles at Vox, not a practiced fake one but a soft, genuine smile and he nods at his request. He mouths "thank you so much" before slipping into the dressing room, chuckling as the little demon pig wiggles out from some clothing, peering up at Angel. He scoops up Fat Nuggets into his main set of arms before making his way back out, his second set of arms closing the door.

"Thank you so much, oh my god I dunno what I would've done if my wittle Fat Nugs got caught up with the wrong people." He gave a soft squeeze of a hug to the pig when he baby talked a little before meeting Vox's eyes. "Seriously, it means a lot that you reached out, promise I'll always double check my bags for stowaways before I head out from now on. I owe ya."

He looked a little startled at himself for the last sentence, but he did mean it. This little pig meant everything to Angel and in his eyes, Vox saved his beloved pet in a way.

As his eyes adjust, Angel feels his heart drop as he scrambled up right, a string of hissed "shits" coming from him as he texted Vox back.

omfg, im sooooo so sorry

hope nugs hasnt been any trouble

omw now!!!

His texting style was unprofessional to say the least, but that was the least of his worries. He quickly smoothes out his messed up fluff, before quickly – and more quietly this time – making his way through the hotel doors. He sped walked his way back to the studio, pushing past the people on the street with only one concern in mind: getting Fat Nuggets back home safe and sound.

His long legs allowed him to make it there relatively fast to which he slows his stride once entering the building, the soft click of his heels the only sound as he rounded the corner right around where his dressing room for that day way.

[spider-with-the-boots]

As his eyes adjust, Angel feels his heart drop as he scrambled up right, a string of hissed "shits" coming from him as he texted Vox back.

omfg, im sooooo so sorry

hope nugs hasnt been any trouble

omw now!!!

His texting style was unprofessional to say the least, but that was the least of his worries. He quickly smoothes out his messed up fluff, before quickly – and more quietly this time – making his way through the hotel doors. He sped walked his way back to the studio, pushing past the people on the street with only one concern in mind: getting Fat Nuggets back home safe and sound.

His long legs allowed him to make it there relatively fast to which he slows his stride once entering the building, the soft click of his heels the only sound as he rounded the corner right around where his dressing room for that day way.

OPEN RP 🎀 Coming home late...

3:17 am... Angel Dust pushes open the door of the hotel, not caring much to be too quiet and definitely smelling of liquor. He lets out a heavy sigh as he slouches, closing the door and stumbling to one of the love seats in the front lobby.

Bzzt bzzt.

His phone vibrates, indicating new messages but instead of checking it, he places it on the floor beside the sofa, letting an arm drape over his eyes. He was sore, his fluff messed up and his make up smudged. In short, he was a mess.

Bzzzt bzt. Bzzt bzzt... ... Bzzt bzzt.

Grumbling to himself, he picks his phone back up, rolling over onto his stomach as he squints at his phones bright screen in the dark lobby. "Who da fuck...? What in the 7 rings do they want?"