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"Aw, Bush. I thought you said it was a princess."

A large ceiling fan churned slowly overhead. Atop one of the blades lied Angel, with one knee propped up and the other calf dangling off. With his hands behind his head, he leaned over to see Mia, Air, and the Siren, Cerulean. From above the young man watched Robin's quiet reaction the man - which wasn't all that surprising to be fair, so he didn't pay much mind to her silence. She seemed frustrated enough already. Still, she looked as attractive as always.

Only after Bushi said his piece to Cerulean did Angel hop down to their level. His wings, black and white, extended from his back briefly to catch his fall, and quickly retracted upon landing. Up close, the Siren and others could see Angel in his usual attire: a white suit top and black suit bottoms, maintaining an air of professionalism aside from his mess of. Angel approached the prince and offered a hand - four-fingered and gloved. Nothing new for a full-blooded harpy, though Angel himself was much more intrigued now that they had two part-humans on their team. Particularly one of royal blood that was typically a sea-dweller.

"Name's Angel, new kid. Welcome to the team. Definitely go to Bushi or La Madre if you have any questions; they'll probably be of more help than me. Though if you're ever hurt, I'm the guy to come to. Usually."

After the handshake (if Cerulean complied), Angel followed after Bushi to snag himself some alcohol. That was one thing Angel liked about Bushi the second they met: the kami liked his wine. Though instead of trying to share wine with Bushi this time, Angel left him alone and opted to his own bottle of Absolut Vodka. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but," he spoke to the prince with his back turned, taking a gulp. "What makes an esteemed character such as yourself decide to join the PK? It's not every day we see nobles step down to our level."

Angel said all that he had in a joking manner of course. Cerulean looked meek from the onset, perhaps a pushover if not just different in general from what Angel expected of nobles, but he hoped prompting the prince with a simple question would open him to speaking a bit about himself. During whoever spoke up next, the harpy walked on back to where Cerulean stood, only so he could wrap his arm around Air's shoulder while he continued to take swigs.