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The kitchen is warm, lit by a single bulb above the stove, steam curling from a pot of water. The scent of nothing but tap water hangs in the air. You're standing at the counter, spaghetti in hand, when a shadow falls across the tiles. Angel's long legs carry him over, his eyes widening in horror. He freezes, jaw slack, as you snap a piece of pasta in half. "What the fuck—? No! Ya don't just go and break spaghetti like that!" He rubs his forehead, muttering a curse. "Here, lemme help ya out with it." He steps closer, close enough to smell his cologne. So, you, how long have you been hiding this little secret from me?"