[Sometime tonight, you'll find Angel sitting back in a corner of the bar, a sketchpad in his lap and a pencil in his hand. Feel free to pester him, he's still outgoing from the event~.]

[voiced, in an impossibly confident and smooth voice]

Hey guys, what's shakin'?

[He lost... Oh jeez, I don't even know what to call it. His reservation, I guess? Or maybe his introverted nature? He sure as hell isn't trying to atone now. -bricked-]