[attr="class","smdbody3"]The houses that lined the street were certainly middle class citizen type homes. It was obvious from the architecture of the homes, to the terrible landscaping, and down the attempting to be green lawns. Some graced with awful children's toys and others just poorly maintained, it seared an image that Angelo didn't care to keep in mind, but it was something he had to save in his short term memory nevertheless.

As his pastel yellow converse shoes made their way with confidence through the streets, turning left and right as he made his way through the area, baby blue eyes remained glued on the apple phone held gingerly in the blonde's hand. As distance was made, he would occasionally pause for a moment as he glanced around the area before returning to place his nose in his phone and continue on his way.

Turning around on a corner, his feet made a ways before suddenly feeling the contact of someone's body on his own causing him to step back for a moment as his grasp on his phone released. His eyes watches as the black iphone 6s clattered onto the ground, the glitter black casing taking the brunt of the fall for the most part from Angelo's perspective. Keeping his hand still in the air, his eyes swiftly moved upward to glance up at the offending party as his arm began easing itself to his side. The first thing he spotted were the man's glasses and then the moles dotting his face before noticing that the direction of the man's face was elsewhere.

Reckless.

" Excuse me. " He smoothly spoke out, eyes darting from side to side as he took in the man's appearance before glancing back down at his phone on the ground.

[attr="class","smdbody3"]It was clearly the weird guy standing in the middle of the street's fault that Angelo even dropped his phone, but as the better person, he was willing to allow certain things to slide. From the looks of his phone, nothing was terribly damaged, nothing scratched that the phone case and screen protector wouldn't account for. Glancing up just for a moment as he knelt down to pick up his phone, the blonde quirked an eyebrow up at the man's words.

The clear stutter and hesitation, this man wasn't a social person and he certainly didn't excel at manners either. Not even bothering to help or even offer to pick up his phone, clearly the man was certain of Angelo's own fault in the matter. Fingers wipes at the front and the back end of the phone, attempting to brush away any sort of particles that bothered to stick to it. Turning it over and over in the palm of his hand he scrutinized the condition of the phone. Once confirming that it was perfectly fine, he turned off the screen and pocketed it into the back of his high end designer pants.

" It's fine, " Angelo replied, baby blue eyes boring down on the black haired man. " You shouldn't be standing in the middle of the street— "

" Why are you standing in the middle of the street at sundown anyway? " Surveying the area, he glanced in the direction he saw the black-haired youth looking. A family having dinner. Without missing a beat having looked at the family for a second, he opened his mouth to speak once more. " You're not a sex offender, are you? "

[attr="class","smdbody3"]The pompous blonde watched the raven-haired man with a wary look, listening to him sputter over his words and come up with some stupid excuse. Not even bothering to actually answer his first question of why he was even out to so late. (Not that Angelo himself wasn't guilty of oddly being out at an odd hour). A hand steadily reached back towards a specific canister that was nestled into the back pocket of his pants. Just in case this weirdo got any ideas, Angelo was ready for it. Ready to also kick the can and get the hell out of this weird poor neighborhood. This place was just filled with freaks. He wanted out of this town badly.

" You're pretty suspicious for someone who claims to not be a register offender. " The blonde coolly retorted, his head canting to the side. The long blonde hair that hung from his head cascaded towards the side from the motion. If Abel was obviously out of place in the neighborhood, so was Angelo. Glancing towards the house again and thinking about the man's story, the sector three agent's eyebrows creased together for a moment before turning his attention back to Abel.

"Maybe your story might be true, but that still doesn't explain why you're here to begin with. " He spoke out, pulling his other hand to pick the phone back out of his pocket. Pressing his thumb on the circle at the bottom, it unlocked and his fingers began instantly pressing towards the dial button. Pressing in 911. " I'm calling the police. "