[ angel arches a brow, one of the least neutral expressions they wear -- confusion intersected with curiosity, albeit slight. tilting their head again, the halo light veers more towards aki as they resist the odd urge to move closer. hm. ]
It doesn't make a difference to me. Which one do you want?
[ the offer of the hoody makes him stare more owlishly. ]
Okay.
[ not a human, not prone to human niceties and usually not offered them either, angel can't quite make heads or tails of aki. they don't know if they appreciate it, and they don't know if they, well, don't. more than anything, it just feels strange. but beneath that, if angel lets themself sit with that sentiment a little longer, there's something almost...warm. it is just aki being kind though, despite himself, angel is fairly sure they don't warrant more unique treatment, and maybe compared to the volume of power and the chaos of denji, they're not a bad break.
it's just weird because angel is so used to being feared, at best avoided. they think about the food, the soda, and now the clothing.
ah.
their wings flutter, an unconscious tic, not nervous but something like how people will fidget with their clothing when preoccupied.
with another yawn, angel decides it isn't a bad idea to turn in, nodding in response and moving to follow, but the brace of their hand on the car isn't very firm. slipping off the hood of the car almost looks like an accident but angel catches themself, wings keeping them from actually over balancing and tripping. ]
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It doesn't make a difference to me. Which one do you want?
[ the offer of the hoody makes him stare more owlishly. ]
Okay.
[ not a human, not prone to human niceties and usually not offered them either, angel can't quite make heads or tails of aki. they don't know if they appreciate it, and they don't know if they, well, don't. more than anything, it just feels strange. but beneath that, if angel lets themself sit with that sentiment a little longer, there's something almost...warm. it is just aki being kind though, despite himself, angel is fairly sure they don't warrant more unique treatment, and maybe compared to the volume of power and the chaos of denji, they're not a bad break.
it's just weird because angel is so used to being feared, at best avoided. they think about the food, the soda, and now the clothing.
ah.
their wings flutter, an unconscious tic, not nervous but something like how people will fidget with their clothing when preoccupied.
with another yawn, angel decides it isn't a bad idea to turn in, nodding in response and moving to follow, but the brace of their hand on the car isn't very firm. slipping off the hood of the car almost looks like an accident but angel catches themself, wings keeping them from actually over balancing and tripping. ]