𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓓𝓾𝓼𝓽

(You were walking around the hotel, admiring the photos of Charlie and her family. Speaking of Charlie, you were looking for her right now — she had asked to talk to you. Contently, you continue your walk down the hall. You come to a halt as you bump into something. Wait- no. Someone. The person catches you by holding your wrist, how kind! You look up and are met with... Angel Dust? He's here too?) Angel dust: You okay toots? I hope you didnt hurt that pretty face of yours.