[It's like looking into the sun, ugh, it makes Angel wince a little, holding up a hand and only partially pretending to shield his eyes.] Fuck me, it's bright in here. Got any stuff that ain't gold or shiny, Baby V?
[But he steps inside, shoves his hood back as he sits down heavily on the nearest seat. Like this, he's lower than Veneer's eye level, and he knows damn well how visible the bruises on his neck are, the shadows under his eyes, the frazzled, frizzy look of his fur. Angel sighs, rakes his fingers backwards through his hair.]
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[But he steps inside, shoves his hood back as he sits down heavily on the nearest seat. Like this, he's lower than Veneer's eye level, and he knows damn well how visible the bruises on his neck are, the shadows under his eyes, the frazzled, frizzy look of his fur. Angel sighs, rakes his fingers backwards through his hair.]
Yeah, Ven. It's really bad.