The Battles Aftermath

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couldnt Val just shut the fuck up for once? I mean, I almost just died, give me a break. 

Angel threw his phone on his new bed. It was heart shaped, with light pink curtains. 

There were photo strips all along the walls, with Charlie, Alastor, Nifty, Wittle Fat Nuggies, and... Sir Pentious. 

Poor guy

 "You did good buddy" Angel sighed, glancing to the window seat. He grabbed his exploding phone and sat down. 

Fuck, this hurts. He clutched his side, knowing some demons got it 1000000 times worse but-

Fuckshit Calling His phone chimed 

"Y-yes Val?" Angel choked

 "GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS BACK TO THE STUDIO" 

"on my way Val" Angel lied, 

was there a shoot today??? Fuck Fuck FUCK 

 Angel threw on a tight pink crob top with a heart emblem on it, and a thight white mini-skirt, Val liked that stuff, maybe it would make him forgive æñgęł...or not. 

Angel slid down the stairs, cursing under his breath. 

"Oh Angel, I wanted to-

"No time Husk" Angel smiled, halfheartedly, trying not to be fake.

 "Val?" Husk scoffed

 "Val" Angel confirmed "bye huskyyyyyyyyyy-"Enough with the Husky bullshit"

 "Hmmmmm NO THANKS!" Angel laughed, oppening the front door and flying down the stairs. 

He used the pink lamborghini Charlie had, its not like she would go anywhere right?

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"YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE WORK!?" Valentino slapped Angel accross the cheek, and struck his eye.

 He grabbed Angels head and pushed it against the wall. 

"no-

"DONT FUCKING TALK BACK  AnGiE" Val, grabbed him by the head and threw him at the back wall

 "Get to the shoot in five minutes or I will BREAK your KNEECAPS"

  The fuck? Why kneecaps?  

Val slammed the door, causing Angels lamp to fall and strike his face. Blood spat everywhere. 

"aaaaaaugh fuckk" He stood up, just to be immediately blasted with dizzy pain. 

Angel stumbled to his vanity and profusely put on foundation and makeup. 

Five minutes passed... Then an hour... shoot after shoot... It was nearly three in the morning as he stumbled into the hotel again, drunk and high. How was he drunk again? 

Angel sat down at the bar and put his head down on the counter

 "whaddya want?" Husk asked, his words blurring together as Angels head became profusely more fuzzy.

 "strong shit" Angel replied "Poison, give me permethrin"

 "haha" Husk said, with no emotion at all "here" He placed down a deep blue liquid, with a lemon on the rhind of the glass "I know you like these" 

"hmmmmm I dont remember liking this-

"its because you always drink it when your drunk off your ass" Husk interrupted "You look like spider shit" 

I dont know why that hurt so much... 

it was a joke... Yet-

Tears started streaming down Angels face 

"Jeez Angel your drunk as fuck" Husk realized, crossing over to where he sat.

 "Cmon, lets get you to bed, you need to sleep" 

"Nuo I need tah drink" Angel gasped, as Husk lifted him in his arms. "No more drinks for you" Husk laughed, but it wasnt a funny laughed. 

It was more of a 'thiis kinda laughable' laugh

Husk carried him to an elevator near the stairs. "Why are you so godamn light?" Husk asked to the air 

"what the fuck are you eating, what kinda sick diet does Val have you on?"

"Hmmmmmjustwaternofood" Angel replied "Anasaladonsundayysoidontstarve"

Husk could barely make out what he was saying. He got to Angels roomand set him down gently on the bed. 

"No stay" Angel murmured, starting to cry again

"Idontwannabealone"

"Non voltio andare da solo" He murmered, making Husk pause at the door "Bueno Notte Angel" Husk sighed, closing the door and leaving.


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