[ Not exactly the most sophisticated response, but Angelo's pissed off and grumpy and he feels stranded, for some reason, so he's not exactly in the friendliest of moods. He'd wandered in here with no real idea of where he was going; he feels listless, without purpose, like he's abruptly run out of road. His life's been upended, moved a few steps to the left, with all the grace of an explosion, and right now he's stuck at the second stage of grief about it. He's always at the second stage of grief.
Angelo slouches over to a nearby wall to lean against it, one hand locking against his hip, watching the guy's hands because they're moving, and they've caught his gaze. ]
boarding house!
[ Not exactly the most sophisticated response, but Angelo's pissed off and grumpy and he feels stranded, for some reason, so he's not exactly in the friendliest of moods. He'd wandered in here with no real idea of where he was going; he feels listless, without purpose, like he's abruptly run out of road. His life's been upended, moved a few steps to the left, with all the grace of an explosion, and right now he's stuck at the second stage of grief about it. He's always at the second stage of grief.
Angelo slouches over to a nearby wall to lean against it, one hand locking against his hip, watching the guy's hands because they're moving, and they've caught his gaze. ]
What're you doing?