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[abelspirit]

"You've reached Abel! ... While I'm not here! Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm able!"

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[abelspirit]

[Honestly, he'd figured he wasn't interested and Abel had merely shrugged it off and went back to businesses as normal. Which is why it takes him a little bit to reply, being distracted with his usual routine.]

Oh! Sorry about the wait, I was out with the sheep. But if you're still willing then I'm still interested!

[gotthelegs]

[He wasn't necessarily expecting an immediate response, anyway.]

No worries. I'm at the building Husk's working on getting set up as a bar, and I'm gonna be here all day so you can come over whenever you're ready.

[He follows this by sending the address.]

[abelspirit]

[Oh, the nice cat demon, that actually works out interestingly for him.]

I'm going to catch a shower and then head that way. It should be about an hour or so?

[gotthelegs]

Works for me.

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[abelspirit]

[Maybe a little more than an hour while Abel quietly fretted about if he needed to bring anything with him. He'd settled on he probably didn't but he'd still give through a few different clothing options before he stopped on something.

Luckily he finds the place ready enough and he clears his throat once he quietly steps through the door, wings pulled close to his back. Once in he sheds the heat white and gold jacket and places it over his arm to show the outfit he'd decided on. Casual but also easy enough to move in if necessary. His free hand runs through his hair, smile never fading.]

Hello?

[gotthelegs]

When he gets there, he'll find Angel halfway-sitting on a bar stool - which might look a little funny when the bar itself is definitely not done being built behind him. His clothes are pretty casual, too: the usual boots and short shorts, and an oversized light pink t-shirt that loosely drapes off one of his shoulders. Fat Nuggets is sitting in his lap.

"Hey." He gives that outfit choice an appreciating look-over as the pig hops off his lap to curiously approach the new person. "Good timing. Everybody else is out running errands, so we've got the whole place to ourselves for a while." Not that they need it, but Angel is already aware of how sounds can carry in here, so not having immediate eavesdroppers makes things easier. He waves a hand in gesture to the pig, since he seems inclined to be friendly right now. "That's Fat Nuggets."

[abelspirit]

It's a work in progress or something, he's absolutely not judging when he usually sits on the ground outside these days. Or in the little barn things the sheep can go into if it gets cold, humble beginnings or whatever. His own gaze casually looks over what Angel's wearing before it's quickly torn away to the little hellpig. He may not look like a normal of, exactly, but he's still cute and Abel is a fan of animals in general.

Without hesitation he kneels down to offer his hand to Nuggets to sniff, even while listening to Angel. "Is it? Mm, sometimes I'm good at thinking without meaning to be." Oh and the pig's name is great. "Fat Nuggets, huh? A pleasure to meet you, too, little one~"

[gotthelegs]

He smiles, watching Abel kneel down to greet the pig and Fat Nuggets seem to immediately warm up to him. That's a good sign. Nuggs is pretty friendly in general, but he's always been a good judge of character. He never liked Val much.

"Seems like he likes you," he comments lightly, getting up off the stool and coming to join the two of them knelt down on the floor. Nuggets glances at him as if waiting for him to reach out and pet him, but when he doesn't do that right away, the pig leans into Abel's hand instead.

"So did I read it right that you ain't looking for sex here?" He may as well get into that conversation. That's another advantage of nobody being around right now, being able to just talk casually around petting the pig to start.