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If they never went back, Angel Dust could have been happy.
Fat Nuggets disappeared into the grass. It was much taller than him. Not taller than Angel. Angel couldn’t hide in this field. He wished he could. He could feel the eyes on him. There were never cameras too far away. Vox would always be able to tell Val where Angel was.
No. This whole feeling of freedom within a meadow was fake. For Angel, at least.
Fat Nuggets didn’t have a problem with it. He didn’t know better. He rustled around and ran and rolled around as though everything was perfect. Watching him have such a good time made Angel smile.
Made him forget for a moment that he couldn’t do the same. Fat Nuggets was as good as freedom as he was going to get.
“You make me wish I wasn’t a spider.” Angel squatted to hug Fat Nuggets after he waddled over to Angel. He hugged the pig close before putting him back down. “I’ve never seen someone as happy with something as simple as grass as you. And that’s ignoring what else someone could mean by grass.”
Fat Nuggets oinked and returned to exploring the meadow. Frolicking, one might say. When was the last time Angel could say he had ever seen someone frolic? Probably also was something about Nuggets. No one else was like him.
He glanced up. A camera stared back. Maybe Vox was currently looking. Maybe not. Angel didn’t know. It didn’t matter. It was always recording.
Angel wasn’t doing anything wrong, but he still felt like he shouldn’t be here. He always felt like he shouldn’t be here.
Ignoring that, Angel settled in the grass and watched the blades wave. It wasn’t because of any wind. It was all from Fat Nuggets.