Angua

[make_creation]

There were screw up and then there were Screw Ups. There were things like not paying the phone or heat bills and getting things cut off. There were things like selling your soul for cash to pay said bills. Those hardly registered in a lifetime. But then there were things like letting the love of his life drift away because he'd been too inattentive

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[loaded_wolf]

Angua answered the door, a spoon in her mouth and hair disheveled. She hadn't slept much the night before, and had ended up sleeping in because of it.

"Mark?"

It wasn't as if Mark never came over, but it was a bit of surprise for him to come by so early.

She remembered her manners, then, and stepped aside. "Do you want to come in?"

[make_creation]

The composition of hair, spoon, and the simple beauty of Angua's classic features would have had him reaching for his camera on any other day. Today, he had come without anything but honest guilt and turmoil written on his brow.

"I need to come in," he nodded. "Unless...are Dean and Roger here? I just want to talk to you."

[loaded_wolf]

This really didn't bode well, that expression and the need for exclusivity.

"Sure," she answered, ushering him in. "Oh, well, Dean is here, but he's asleep in the bedroom. He works late at the club. But I'm sure he'll be out for a few more hours, still."

[make_creation]

Mark nodded and walked in, certain that if he kept his voice down then Dean could drool and snore in peace for a while longer. He was in the center of the room, practically vibrating with nervous energy, before he turned to face Angua.

"I...really screwed up, Angua. I just need to talk to someone."