[Sandrath was on his way to the bonfire party after reading Zeke's invitation. The fallen arch-angel looked like he usually did aside from trail of unreadable letters drifting up from underneath his shirt, around his neck and cupping his chin. Someone had been avoiding writing in his journal.
A part of him was expecting to be hugged by the chef if the other found him right away.]
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A part of him was expecting to be hugged by the chef if the other found him right away.]