[as Angel is making the rounds in his very pink Western outfit, he pauses to see someone seemingly doing well at one of the blackjack tables. with just a glance, he's reminded a bit of... Husk, someone from home. the alcohol, the gambling, the somewhat tattered appearance. Angel can't help but stop and stand near to watch this person.
now, he's no expert, here. he can't count cards, of course. that's a skillset that he doesn't have. but he is a little sullen as he waits in the back of the crowd, towering over other people who might want to have a look at the disheveled man who is racking up chips. it's not his place to snitch, or warn anyone of everything. it's none of his business.
in fact, he should move on. it wouldn't do to look all forlorn now, while he's having so much fun in a freaking casino. he doesn't want to be reminded of home]
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now, he's no expert, here. he can't count cards, of course. that's a skillset that he doesn't have. but he is a little sullen as he waits in the back of the crowd, towering over other people who might want to have a look at the disheveled man who is racking up chips. it's not his place to snitch, or warn anyone of everything. it's none of his business.
in fact, he should move on. it wouldn't do to look all forlorn now, while he's having so much fun in a freaking casino. he doesn't want to be reminded of home]