[as far as food goes, this festival has got it going on. Angel Dust hasn't really celebrated the holidays in... uh. a while? mostly because Hell doesn't do that. why would it? sure, there are some demons there who may care about winter and its festivities, but it is certainly not the norm.
that's why Angel is making the most of his time while he's here. to experience new and old things, to indulge in the freedom he has while he's able to be on the surface. he's piled up his own plate with food, and has some spiked eggnog to give him a little buzz while he eats. he's not really interested in mingling, too much, but, eh, he may try his hand at decorating or even ingredient-gathering later.
wearing a cozy sweater and leggings and boots, he gracefully plops down at a table near Kieran, ready to dig in to what is on his plate. he's certainly strange-looking, sitting all alone with his tall spider-demon self, humming. he just about towers above everyone else, at least the humans, and he has an extra pair of arms. yeah, he's weird...]
festival time
that's why Angel is making the most of his time while he's here. to experience new and old things, to indulge in the freedom he has while he's able to be on the surface. he's piled up his own plate with food, and has some spiked eggnog to give him a little buzz while he eats. he's not really interested in mingling, too much, but, eh, he may try his hand at decorating or even ingredient-gathering later.
wearing a cozy sweater and leggings and boots, he gracefully plops down at a table near Kieran, ready to dig in to what is on his plate. he's certainly strange-looking, sitting all alone with his tall spider-demon self, humming. he just about towers above everyone else, at least the humans, and he has an extra pair of arms. yeah, he's weird...]