[Angel's about to try to calm Veneer down when he's just -- nyooming on over to the kitchenette and grabbing things and even though he's some sort of catsnake now he's just as nimble and zippy, ain't he. It's almost funny and Angel almost laughs, but then there's something icy-cold being smacked onto his neck.
There's a bit of a hoarse, squawking sound, and Angel reaching up to yank the ice pack away to figure out what it is.] What -- where'd you get this? [And why does it immediately feel better?
Oh, Heaven, right. Anyways.
Angel presses the ice back against the bruises with a wince.] With yer sister or with my neck?
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There's a bit of a hoarse, squawking sound, and Angel reaching up to yank the ice pack away to figure out what it is.] What -- where'd you get this? [And why does it immediately feel better?
Oh, Heaven, right. Anyways.
Angel presses the ice back against the bruises with a wince.] With yer sister or with my neck?