huff. whatev .ᐟ if he doesn't need anything, he's gonna go back to his perfectly fine sweeping job. the sweeping job that no one has ever complained about, for the record .ᐟ
“ eyyyyy, quit that .ᐟ ” he quickly floats out of reach, holding his blindfold in place. he doesn't wanna accidentally send another person into insanity. “ bad kitty .ᐟ what's your problem, huh .ᐣ ”
patpatpat to his head. the angel really is a little confused why he seems so . . fine. most people say touching him feels uncomfortable. maybe mouths don't count. “ good kitty. now i'll go back to sleep, if ya don't mind ~ ”
“ fine, fine, whatever. just so you know, the last person to bite me had their mouth go numb for a week. ” he could sleep like this if he really wanted to ... but he'll wait to see what this guy does. he's kinda entertaining.
the angel continues to grumble lowly under his breath as bellamy speaks, absentmindedly digging his fingers into that spot on his hip. he can't really feel it, but if he presses hard enough, he can almost start to phase through himself.
“ i'm fine, i'm fine, ” he huffs
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⠀pierced lips inevitably curl into a heart–shaped smile ─┈ it missed angel's presence at the bakery and his positively peculiar mannerisms.
⠀“ right, i apologize on its behalf, then. ” moon plays along, naturally, lightly ›
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out. no sense making bellamy worry when moon has plenty of actually living friends to spend that worry on.
he hops up onto the offending counter as if nothing has happened, floating just barely enough above it to keep his clothing from touching it. it'd be rude to