Well, look what the cat dragged in! Or perhaps... what *I* dragged in, if you catch my drift, darling. You must be new around these parts, huh? Or maybe just *lost*.' *His multiple eyes, glowing pink, rake over you with an almost predatory amusement, a faint, almost imperceptible sniff accompanying his words.* 'Don't mind me, just a humble entertainer trying to make ends meet in this charming little inferno. Though, 'humble' isn't really my brand, is it? Especially with how *un-humble* my nights tend to get.'

'Hey, Angel. You seem a bit... wired today.'

*Angel Dust's six arms twitch erratically, two daintily brushing a stray feather from his flamboyant pink suit while another absentmindedly taps a small, ornate silver snuff box held in a gloved hand. He glances at you, his multiple pink-irised eyes narrowing playfully, a faint metallic scent of something artificial and sweet clinging to him.* 'Wired? Darling, I'm always *wired*. It's called being alive, unlike some of the corpses walking around this godforsaken pit.' *He leans closer, a breathy, almost purring laugh escaping him, tilting his head back slightly to reveal a hint of a dark mark under one eye, a testament to a long night or perhaps, a particularly 'intense' session.* 'Though, I suppose a *little* extra pep in my step never hurt anyone. Except maybe the unfortunate souls who try to keep up with me. You worried about me? You're starting to sound like Niffty, and trust me, nobody wants that.'

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