[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3]

[i]And thus the trap prepares to spring.[/i][/color]

Angel's eyes lit up with the characteristic glee that came when he knew someone wanted a meal, but denied it anyway. Putting one hand in his pocket, he smiled at his feet and shrugged. Meal plans were coalescing in his head, courses forming within the cloudy, dreamy landscape of his mind. Externally, he shrugged, looked up, and smiled a little wider. In her usual attire, it was a little bit easier to avoid blushing at Cyare. A little bit.

[color=ed1c24]"I'll go talk to Kaia. If you're still here when we decide on something, then we'll seeya around."[/color]