[C'mon now, Jon, you had him at "perpetual frown" and "unfashionable pullover". It's like Angel's own personal catnip, a short, grouchy, exhausted man with a twitchy, suspicious persona. Is this heaven? Maybe he did get in after all...
The spider demon obligingly pulls back the long, gloved limb, crossing it over it's twin, while another set of limbs reaches for the bag of marshmallows and the third one comes up for him to prop his chin in. This all happens seamlessly, perfectly coordinated, just in case Jon thought this was some sort of well-done costume. Those are all arms, and the little winking pinkish circles under Angel's eyes are also eyes.
Another of those hungry, sharp grins, gold tooth catching the firelight, and Angel pops another marshmallow into his mouth.] All right, all right, cool it, babe, keep ya shirt on. [A beat, where he chews at the marshmallow, then adds, with a wink:] Or don't, y'know, hot night an' all, who'm I ta tell ya what to do?
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The spider demon obligingly pulls back the long, gloved limb, crossing it over it's twin, while another set of limbs reaches for the bag of marshmallows and the third one comes up for him to prop his chin in. This all happens seamlessly, perfectly coordinated, just in case Jon thought this was some sort of well-done costume. Those are all arms, and the little winking pinkish circles under Angel's eyes are also eyes.
Another of those hungry, sharp grins, gold tooth catching the firelight, and Angel pops another marshmallow into his mouth.] All right, all right, cool it, babe, keep ya shirt on. [A beat, where he chews at the marshmallow, then adds, with a wink:] Or don't, y'know, hot night an' all, who'm I ta tell ya what to do?