[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara - [b]ROILING EMPATHY NOISES[/b][/h3][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Angel Ferrara,"[/color] the pretty boy extrapolated, holding out a hand to shake with a wide, polite smile. Now that there was no enmity between them regarding the job, thanks to Cyare, there shouldn't be any problems between them! [color=ed1c24]"Kaia Iona's my teammate. It'll be good to work with all of you guys."[/color]

After he had shaken with Lux, and then with his teammate - [color=ed1c24][i]is he okay? He looks frumpy[/i][/color] - Angel stood back and shoved his hands in his pockets. His attention was back on Staunton. She had clearly forced out the last two words of her own introduction, and grown visibly sadder as she did so. Any idiot could see it, but especially an idiot like Angel - who had spent eighteen years perceiving the slightest changes in a creature in order to survive, and four more observing them on behalf of a blind girl.

He knew sadness. And, as Kaia could tell you, was possessed with the insatiable, earnest urge to smother it where he saw it. But that was Kaia. Cyare was a way more unknown variable. What did unknown variables like...hot tubs, magic...

[color=ed1c24]"Why don't I make everyone breakfast before we head out?"

[i]Eureka![/i][/color]