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Seriously, did Angelo actually strive to be hit over the head with anything Tybalt could get his hands on? It was borderline endearing, and he was lucky he had a handsome face to go with that impish attitude. "Oh please, there's no steak here. And I've eaten enough Italian since working with you that I'm pretty sure there's garlic floating in my bloodstream."

"As you may have found the last time, there isn't much to do here in the way of... anything. I mean, you hate my movies and I've really only worked marginally on that last painting." Which left them with very little, unfortunately. Tybalt wasn't one to need a lot of entertainment in his own house, and he often shut himself away in his studio.

HIs home was definitely not best suited for entertaining guests, though he supposed he should try this Netflix thing if Angelo would be coming over more often.
 
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"I have to confess I won't be satisfied until your blood has been drained out and replaced with olive oil." Olive oil was vastly under appreciated as far as he was concerned. "Since you don't have any earth culture to subject me to, that just means I have to do double duty." He said with a chuckle. Was there even such a thing as 'heaven culture'? Was there even cooking up there? IT was weird.

"We could always talk." And do other things, which were not talking, but still involved the use of his mouth. "If we get bored after an hour with each other and can't find anything to talk about, it's probably a good sign we're a poor fit, if nothing else." Or that he'd already talked him to death on the job, but that didn't quite count. After all, Tybalt was far more closed off when they were at work.

He moved over to the couch, patting the spot beside him. "That said, I should probably open the floor to you - anything you want to tell me?" He meant it more as a general open statement. He was curious (very curious) about Tybalt's background, but he didn't want to outright ask if he wasn't comfortable.
 
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Tybalt wrinkled his nose at the notion of his blood being replaced by olive oil. Technically speaking, you could drain him dry and literally do just that, and he wouldn't die. He was an angel, he was effectively immortal and that came with all the pitfalls of living forever. He'd learned to cope with the loneliness, though. Now was just everything else. "Try me. I'd probably drag you to dinner more often, too." Just so Angelo could try something distinctly not Italian.

"...Jeez, I sound like I'm some kid in trouble." Phrasing and all that. Something he wanted to tell him? He drew a bit of a blank. "Nothing in particular. Really, I keep my information mine until someone asks." It had been his rule for ages.

So he sauntered over to the couch and flopped down on it with a sigh, arms spread casually over the back. This was a lot more casual than Angelo would have ever seen him. He didn't mind it so much in his own home.

"So ask me something, I guess."
 
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Angelo let out a little huff at the mention of him keeping information close to his chest. He'd already known that, but he'd had some vague hope that he'd just cough up his information if Angelo gave him the floor. Nope, nothing. He'd just have to ask.

He shifted closer to Tybalt, leaning against his side in a sign of rather obvious affection. Nothing more than that - just leaning against him, something he'd even done with friends in the past. But it would give him a good idea of Tybalt's personal boundaries, and just how big his bubble was.

"It's kind of hard to think of things. And honestly... I don't know what you haven't mentioned because I haven't asked, and what you haven't mentioned because you don't want to talk about it. I mean... I really don't know anything about your history. I don't know when you arrived on the island, or if there was a specific reason you're here. I don't really know why you're on earth, or... anything." He tried to relax, smiling softly at Tybalt. Maybe he'd open up. Or maybe he'd just say 'yep, that's true' and not answer any of it.
 
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Tybalt wasn't really expecting affection, though he probably should have with Angelo in the room. When he leaned on him, his first instinct was to lean away and slide carefully across the couch. But he didn't, just stayed right where he was because damn it, he'd at least make an attempt at this whole thing. He could get used to this, it wasn't painful or anything even though his personal bubble screamed.

"Yeah that's... you're not wrong." Which, funny enough, was kind of what Angelo was expecting in his head. He paused, half planning to leave it right where it was before switching and deciding to elaborate just a little.

"I came here ages ago. Honestly, I tend to forget dates, but I have to say it's been... twenty? Thirty? Something like that. I've been on earth a lot longer, and I can't give you a number for that one." The reason he was here was something else altogether.
 
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"I'm not even thirty and I can't manage to remember what day of the week it is, I can't imagine it'd be easy to remember the date when you're a thousand years old or whatever you are." A part of him had gotten kind of used to extreme ages. Plenty of his coworkers were up in the triple digits, so it wasn't quite that shocking. If he'd met him when he first arrived on the island? Maybe then he'd have been more shocked.

"And you've been a cop the whole time?" If so, he was Angelo's senior by a lot. Probably not the oldest cop in the district or anything, but one of the older ones. Or maybe he'd worked a different job, something else to pass the time before his change of career. When you were immortal, you had a lot of different time to play around and see what you liked. "Dunno why, I just imagine you as a florist. Kind of weird, but... seems appropriate." A part of him simply associated Tybalt with flowers, no matter what he said or did.
 
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With age came wisdom, sure... He'd learned a couple things while he was on earth, but having the vantage point of an angel meant you learned most things pretty quick, or were born with that knowledge. But as far as memory went, he just shrugged. "Yeah, it's hard to keep track. Now I only really remember the very important dates."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "A cop for the whole time I was on the island. Before that I was many things, but not a florist. Maybe I should try that next." The idea of it was nice enough, and at least he didn't have to fill out so much damn paperwork.

He found himself leaning back against Angelo slightly. "So how about you, huh? What did you ever do before coming here?"
 
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Angelo stopped short at Tybalt's question. It wasn't really one he'd expected, even if he'd basically asked Tybalt the same thing. He'd just sort of assumed that Tybalt knew. Why wouldn't he? Most of the department knew. It was an open secret, and he made ltierally no attempt to hide it. So was it really, actually possible that he'd somehow managed to go on two dates with him without it coming up?

Angelo had to pause, mentally digging back through his memories. Had he not? Had he unintentionally never brought it up, never mentioned it? Of course he'd mentioned parts of it - he'd probably said the Don's name a good dozen times, but had he ever actually called him the 'Don'?

Suddenly, Angelo was worried. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, because he wasn't, but Tybalt was a prickly person at the best of times, and if he felt like Angelo had been hiding it...

Shit. Well, maybe the whole thing was just a big misunderstanding? Maybe he did know, and had asked without thinking. Or maybe he did know and was prodding for more details.

"Well, spent about the first fifteen years as a sort of bodyguard. Companion, I guess? Not that I did much the first few years, obviously. But someone had to be about the right age to go to school and keep an eye on things and all that." He admitted, an easy smile on his face even if part of him felt like screaming. His head turned slightly, trying to make it slightly less obvious that he was staring at Tybalt very intensely.
 
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The pause worried him. Most people would've just rambled something off; hell, if he was asked what he did before the island, he could name off at least a dozen different professions within the last couple hundred years. Unless it was something embarrassing or downright illegal, most people didn't have to think about their past professions.

But was it something that had made his soul darken? What had he done? That was still a huge question mark for Tybalt; Angelo seemed like an awfully sweet person, even if he was a bit in his face at times. But being a little pesky didn't ink one's soul until it looked like diluted tar. His mind wandered in that brief moment that his partner stopped to think. Murderer? Prostitute? What was it?

"Oh." Oh. Just a bodyguard. A bodyguard that had to take care of someone school aged. Okay, that wasn't bad. Not bad at all, actually! He could deal with that, though his mind still burned a little wanting to know what he'd done. Of course, he could find out bit by bit, but that involved a very subtle touch.

Okay, not very subtle. In fact, that involved outright groping him. "Well... That sounds interesting? I mean, I've never worked in that kind of capacity, though being a cop is sort of like guarding."

Either way, Angelo's answer had satisfied his question for the moment.
 
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Honest wasn't exactly a major character trait among the mafia. Loyalty certainly was, but honestly wasn't. People didn't need to be honest. People were exposed to others, people they would have to lie to. Angelo really hadn't. He'd lived his entire life surrounded by people who knew exactly who he was and what he did, and the number of people he'd had to lie to was surprisingly small. He certainly could lie, and he was decent enough at it, but he didn't like to. He hadn't grown up doing it, after all. He'd had to be honest when he spoke to the don, and honest enough when he spoke to the don's son.

His answer was... not good. Well, not good for him. He shifted uncomfortably, brows furrowing. So... did he really not know? Did he really have no idea? If he didn't - well, he couldn't just keep going. He couldn't just keep cuddling up to him and pretend like it wasn't true. It was who he was, and if Tybalt wasn't going to like it... well, probably better to get it over with early.

"Tybalt.." He paused, halting for a moment. He looked serious - far more so than he usually did - and was clearly having trouble finding the right words. "You do know my last name isn't a funny coincidence, right?"
 
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