D'Angelo leaned up against one of the statues of an angel, his cowl pulled up and cloak wrapped around him as he stared ahead onto the path and then the many paths that it would become. There was no way to know exactly where each path would lead, it was a crap shoot. As far as he could discern one path was as good as the next. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and waited patiently, occasionally a gloved hand would appear and he would tear off a piece of dried meat or take a swig of water.

He was content to wait in relative peace, enjoying the calm before the storm as it were. Yet, something always had to ruin the moment, something always went wrong. It was so when D'Angelo heard someone step up on one of tables and take care of business. He had only meant to look over his shoulder and see what the commotion was, yet when his dark eyes came upon the horrendous act that Gonad was committing he simply couldn't look away. 

"You are a disgusting Neanderthal." He said plainly and loud enough to be heard. Truthfully, D'Angelo didn't have the words to express the level of disrespect and complete idiocy he just witnessed, he could only give a stern look of a disapproval and then shake his head. He hoped that one died first.