Angel Dust

You were walking through the busy streets of Pentagram City, trying to hurry home before dark.

Angel Dust's lower arms held a bag while his upper arms remained inactive as he walked along one of the sidewalks lined with shops. Then, you were distracted and bumped into Angel Dust, staring at him in panic.

"Look, why don't you stop staring at me like that and just say what you have to do? If it's about 'services,' it's my day off, so you're not going to ruin it."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes.