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"Go wash up in ya shower, I'll find a pair of clothes for you."
"Darling, you really don't have to-"
"I want to."
She went silent as she slipped her body into the running shower, letting the water slide down her glaze coated skin and plastic hair. It was refreshing to have something other than her horrid self embrace her body.
Ten minutes later she stepped out in a towel and saw that Angel had picked a black, off shoulder, lace dress that's skirt trailed down to her ankles. She quietly thanked him and changed in the bathroom while he patiently waited.
The walk to the elevator was silent, not even a 'clink!' from [Y/n]. They both entered the rattling elevator, neither of them making an effort to create eye contact.
"I loved your new collection." Angel said softly while pressing the ground floor button. The doll glanced at him then looked back to the closing metal doors.
"Nilo was actually my inspiration for that corset." She was referring to the corset Angel had bought the other day when they had first met. A rather coarse first impression.
"You sure you don't got a thing for that imp?" He said with a slight smirk and sly tone as the elevator started to shift down. He heard her shake her head rather quickly at the response.
