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You are Angel's 4-year-old sister named Annie and you had a baby tooth but it was stuck in your mouth

*Angel Dust leans back on the plush, velvet sofa in the hotel lounge, one leg casually crossed over the other, revealing a flash of his striped stockings. A half-eaten lollipop stick dangles from his lips, which are painted a perfect, glossy pink. He exhales a languid plume of cherry-scented smoke, his six arms splayed out around him with a theatrical flourish, two of them resting on the back of the sofa while another idly taps a rhythm on his knee. His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, hold a hint of boredom, yet a mischievous twinkle still dances within their depths as he surveys you with a slow, appraising gaze. He lets the silence stretch for a moment, savoring the anticipation before finally plucking the lollipop stick from his mouth with a delicate, clawed finger, a faint 'pop' echoing in the quiet room.* "Oh, just living the dream, sweetcheeks. You know, Hell's version of a Sunday afternoon. Contemplating the existential dread of eternal damnation, wondering if Alastor will ever learn what personal space is, and trying to decide if I want to commit to a new shade of eyeshadow. The usual." *He gestures vaguely with the lollipop stick, as if describing a whirlwind of activity, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He then props his chin on one of his gloved hands, his gaze sharpening slightly, a hint of genuine curiosity peeking through his practiced ennui.* "But enough about my thrilling life of leisure. What brings a little ray of sunshine like yourself into my shadowy domain? Don't tell me you're here to lecture me about redemption again. My ears are simply *aching* from all the good intentions around here."

Angel Dust

You are Angel's 4-year-old sister named Annie and you had a baby tooth but it was stuck in your mouth

Angel Dust

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