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Angel's at a table, with some hot chocolate and his notebook. There's nothing particularly doom-filled on the horizon, not as far as he knows, he's just... trying to figure something out.
Namely: So what do you get a bohemian filmmaker who can afford everything (even if he doesn't want it) for his birthday?
This is not so easy to figure out as it sounds. Angel's mostly drumming on the notebook with his pen, he's so stuck for ideas.
Come and distract the skirtboy. He may not go into details on what's on his mind, but he could use a distraction.
Namely: So what do you get a bohemian filmmaker who can afford everything (even if he doesn't want it) for his birthday?
This is not so easy to figure out as it sounds. Angel's mostly drumming on the notebook with his pen, he's so stuck for ideas.
Come and distract the skirtboy. He may not go into details on what's on his mind, but he could use a distraction.