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Angel's on one of the couches by the fireplace, armed with pizza and hot chocolate - it's a strange combination, especially with the pineapple on the pizza, but Angel doesn't often go for the conventional.
He's also got his notebook. Mark's... not better, exactly, but up and about, so all is more or less right with the world, and he just needs to write the last of it out of his system.
Come and say hi, or find out where the hell he's been for the last week, if you still need to.

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Oooh, food!

There is what might be a young girl (the lack of chest makes it questionable) peering at the pizza with big eyes.

"You can have a slice, if you want," Angel says, once he notices the (possibly) girl eyeing the pizza. "Bar always gives me too much."

Cue eyes going even bigger. "YAY! It smells really good!" And there is slice snagging.

She(?) eats like a hamster, complete with cheek stuffing.

"Glad you like it, the combination throws a lot of people off. I'm Angel, by the way."

"Pikachu," she(?) replies, holding out a slightly-pizzaed hand.

He raises an eyebrow at the name, but doesn't comment - he's heard stranger, after all - and returns the handshake. There are napkins.
"Nice to meet you. Have you been here long, or not?"

"I live here. Over there." She(?) points at a table, under which papers and a food bowl and a very well-worn bag can be seen.

"Where do you come from?"

...Okay, that's a new one. He restrains his curiostiy, though... for the time being.
"I'm from New York, but I live in one of the rooms upstairs."

"Oh, New York. That's the dangerous place that a pikachu wouldn't like very much," she(?) replies, reciting from memory.

"But you have one of the rooms, too? Did you leave to come here because New York was bad? I left because this place doesn't have mean pokemon like the meadow. And more food. And people will scratch me and a few times they've even drawn me!"

...Cue massive amounts of blinking, as Angel is now pretty sure he missed about half the script.
"No, I died back home, but it wasn't so much because New York is bad. It's not perfect, but it's interesting."

"You died?" There's a bit of shrinking back. "That sounds scary!"

"Well... a little, yeah. But then I ended up here, and while I wasn't expecting a bar, it's pretty cool."

"Are you a ghost?" Mildly freaked out.

"Not the way things work here. I don't understand it, but I'm mostly just glad it's here at all."

"Oh." She(?) relaxes visibly. "Ghosts are scary."

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