#angela x thalia ;; threads

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this time it was angela's turn to snort. when asking the question, she was unsure if it would illicit a response. if anything, a glare was expected. but she was pleasantly surprised by the other's answer. "good ol' donnie walhberg," angela whispered, a smirk clearly tugging at the corner of her lips. "I was a backstreet boy gal through and through. though, truthfully, my parents and brother solely listened to country so i was surrounded by johnny cash and rascal flatts." it's what happened when growing up in the south, especially in a small georgia town not big enough to employ a police station.

looking to thalia, angela's smile faded. "looking for anyone out here? or are you just trying to survive and find shelter?"