[The reply comes quickly and slightly waspish, driven there only by his growing alarm that they're very much pinned up against a closed door with not much wiggle room to run if the creatures following him decide to make a lunge for it.
But that snap, the faint tingle of the hairs on the back of his neck that comes along with it--
He knows it.
He knows that feeling like he knows the back of his own hand.
--he slides just enough of his attention away from their current predicament to say one word, quizzical, disbelieving.]
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[The reply comes quickly and slightly waspish, driven there only by his growing alarm that they're very much pinned up against a closed door with not much wiggle room to run if the creatures following him decide to make a lunge for it.
But that snap, the faint tingle of the hairs on the back of his neck that comes along with it--
He knows it.
He knows that feeling like he knows the back of his own hand.
--he slides just enough of his attention away from their current predicament to say one word, quizzical, disbelieving.]
... Angel?