Souji Seta

Angel didn't always get along flawlessly with his twin, siblings will argue now and then. But she was as close to a best friend as he had in those days, even when he got into drugs and would freak her out while under the influence. And Molly was far from perfect.

But Vaggi is like if he had another sister who wasn't as kind and open to compromise as Molly.

He just wants to watch some cool gangster films. The hotel gets some good classic movie channels now that Heaven's not being so damn stingy and looking the other way when Baxter "borrows" them. And even if he left the mafia behind when he got to Hell, Angel's still got a soft spot for gangster films. Especially when they've got a hot jazz-playing bartender serving up drinks to the gangsters.

"You can't even decide what you wanna watch! Anything but that aint really narrowing it down," Angel mutters. Giant robot cartoons, dumb sitcoms about roommates where the innuendo's so obvious and forced everyone might as well fuck right there onscreen, bad teen soap operas...Angel may not be as obsessed with his own era as Alastor, but he can't pretend there's not a lot of dumb crap on TV.

(Okay, some of it is kind of fun. But still.)

"Just gimme the remote already!"

The last few days have been...something. The encounter with Vox, finding out that for who knows how long he'd been mind controlled into spying on the hotel for him, every second of that is still fresh in his brain. Vox's gloating revelation, showing the messages on his phone, holding Angel still and forcing him to look in the mirror as he used his evil eye yet again.

Recording that message in an ugly dress Velvette forced him to wear, then being sent on his merry way back to the hotel only this time he knew what had happened last night. What happened every fucking night he'd come home with a fuzzy head after some "job he couldn't remember". Coming in just in time to see the message broadcast, pretending he'd been voluntarily spying on the hotel all that time because why give himself an excuse? The fact that he did it at all was enough damage, and he sure as hell didn't want their fucking pity.

Walking out of the hotel in shame, ignoring the cries of his name and come back, please, you're our friend.

Husk's hand grabbing his, the utter devastation in his eyes as Angel begged him to forget he ever knew him.

Then Vox had gone fucking insane and threatened to blow up all of Pentagram City just to get at Alastor only to get his head ripped off (by Valentino, go figure), and Angel had been drawn into an epic ballad of hope and love and friendship and that was the end of the Might of Lilith. The end of Vox whom Val and Velvette angrily brought back to the tower.

The man who did this to him is nothing now. Cherri and Charlie and the others had surrounded him, begged him to come back, and...damn it, Angel's not made of stone. Except one person wasn't there when he came back.

Husk.

"Sorry to duck out so soon after coming back, but I gotta find someone...don't worry. I'll be back."

He'll reprise a certain number of his if he has to. It worked once, maybe it'll work again. That is, if Husk doesn't hate him for walking out. For causing him yet more agony and worry, as if the train stunt hadn't been enough.