[color=ed1c24][h2]Angel Ferrara[/h2][/color]

Angel beamed, although it was difficult to tell under the layer of protection Cyare had scrunched his face under; his smile only made the scarf ripple slightly. He shrugged and stuck his thumb out cheerfully nonetheless, and he bumped up against Cyare elbow-first as they left the inn and began their walk around town. Like Cyare said, she'd been doing rounds more frequently, and she was less likely to let the cold impede her judgment, and she was the coolest thing since bamboo stakes to fight predators, so he followed her lead.

[color=ed1c24]"Well, people opening up is what our job's all about!"[/color] he joked playfully, stretching his arms up and waving one hand under the sun. The motion mimicked that of a bird in flight. [color=ed1c24]"What've they got at the market? Anything cool? Anything you like? If there's something you like, or something we could both do, I'd totally shell out for it, y'know!"[/color]

If only there were a beach ball or something. A beach ball would be a lot of fun to bounce off your head in fits of boredom, or bounce off the back of Cyare's head in fits of mischief. But there wasn't likely to be one in such a snowy border down.

...

[color=ed1c24]"Oh, wait, you wanted crepes, right?"[/color]

He should've never let her leave if she was still hungry...