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Angel laughed heartily when Air ended up projecting her thoughts. Oh, he was definitely 'friendly', all right. He wasn't too sure about the free hugs bit, but he figured he'd roll with it. God, she was so weird, but damn she was just as hot. At any rate, he was also satisfied with the response Cerulean gave him, and his laugh was directed to the siren as well - in a positive, non-mocking manner of course. The siren appeared to be earnest in his desire to help, plus he really did not seem to enjoy his royal title, whereas most aristocrats Angel was aware of would take advantage of their blood to boss the others around. Not toss it away for the sake of protecting others. This guy was something new.

"Whatever you say, new kid." Angel took another swig. "I think we'll get along just great."

Then came time to spar. Angel held his vodka like he would a container of popcorn. Mia was not one to hold back, and he knew that bit personally, so he could only anticipate how well (or poorly) the siren would stand up to her. He was about to nudge her, asking what she thought of the new kid thus far - until six other Mias came into view and charged after the outnumbered boy like cavalry.

"Whoa Robin, is this you? Goddamn girl." She sure knew how to spice things up. Though Angel never had the pleasure of outright breaking the simulation room like Bushi did that one lovely time, he still couldn't make out at times whether the tricks there were to be attributed to Robin or not. With that smirk on her face though, Angel was pretty certain this time. At least she appeared to be feeling better from whatever was troubling her earlier. Angel knew better than to flirt around with her when she wasn't in spirits though... like last time.

At some point, a shatter caught the attention of both Bushi and Angel: the former's wine-gourd. Bushi looked like he had seen a ghost. Angel's eyes flickered between the kami and the siren, holding his own drink to his lips to stifle his chuckling. Seeing as sirens were sea-dwellers who played with water, it was obvious that this was his own doing. Now the only questions were if it was enough to get him going... and if Bushi wanted to share some vodka, as Angel offered his own to compensate for the man's loss. "Condolences, Bush. Maybe this'll make you feel better."