[color=ed1c24][h2]Angel Ferrara[/h2][/color]
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Angel was caught red-handed.

The slim young man took the mayor's verbal tongue thrashing with wide blue eyes, head slowly tilting to the left as he and the other assembled mages were reamed for their lack of poise and initiative - before he, specifically, was called out (as a girlllll!) and told to get out of the kitchen! When the chubby little man stormed out as quickly as he came, and Angel numbly felt the innkeeper tap him on the shoulder and encourage him, the mage just kept staring at the door, his soft gaze huge and shell-shocked. 

He could feel Cyare getting angry.

...

[i][color=ed1c24]"Teeheeehee!"[/color][/i]

He blinked and looked at the Tactical Mage with a mischievous air that bordered on faelike.

[color=ed1c24]"Pfff...I bet his breakfast wasn't fully bal~[i]aaaanced[/i]~"[/color] he teased, laying down his frying pan and cheese knife to leap over the counter and sit next to Cyare. [color=ed1c24]"Don't be such a sourpuss, eat up. It's not the first time I've been mistaken for a girl!"[/color]

He waited for Cyare to take a few more bites and for some of the cheer to return before he favored her with his typically bright beam. He held the hand she wasn't using to eat the sandwich and squeezed it reassuringly. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hey Cyare, Rei says you've fought Dark Guilds by yourself before, right Rei?"[/color] Angel queried innocently. [color=ed1c24]"Up in the mountains? That's near Veronica! I wonder if they're anything like up there down here...whatcha think, Wes?"[/color]