[ Angel is a little distracted as Emmanellain approaches, since Dumpy seems to have decided that nyooming his way through the assembled crowd while playing a charming mixture of screams and Taylor Swift is a fantastic idea.
(He's not wrong. U go, lil screambot.)
Still - she recognises the voice and the old-girl-ing despite her eyes being firmly trained on Dumpy, and she turns towards him with an exasperated-but-genuine smile. ]
Emmanell-- uh.
Wow, you're. Taller than I figured. Rhys-tall.
[ grats on escaping a flirtscolding by being a fucking giant bro ]
SUP BUTTLORD
(He's not wrong. U go, lil screambot.)
Still - she recognises the voice and the old-girl-ing despite her eyes being firmly trained on Dumpy, and she turns towards him with an exasperated-but-genuine smile. ]
Emmanell-- uh.
Wow, you're. Taller than I figured. Rhys-tall.
[ grats on escaping a flirtscolding by being a fucking giant bro ]