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Angie’s Religion

Some people ( most ) believe that Angie is Catholic, thats false. I researched that Christianity forbids idol worshiping. Yet also in Islam, it is also forbidden ( haram ) since I am Muslim. I tried Buddhism an Hindus, but they said its a misconception.

Angie can make statues, yet we do not know if she WORSHIPS them. She said “”god of the islands”””. Which I tried to research as well. 

The statue looks like an Eastern statues, maybe she is an Eastern Worshipper? Yea she is Japanese, Japan is in the East. It is possible she maybe in an Eastern Island.

The religion is called “””Rapa Nui”” 

“The religious practice that persists in the island up to this day is called Ivi Atua, and it is based on the immortality of the soul. “”

There goes to her clothing. She wears a bikini with a skirt topping. Kinda artsi for a religious artist.

Well again, research. In Rapa Nui, women cultural clothing looks like this.

Bikini, and skirt topping.

Necklaces and bracelets.

Let me guys know what you think.

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Warm Me Up ch. 36

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Five times. The same question had come up for Will five times. First with Malcolm. Then with Cecil and a little later, his brother. Then with Paolo on the phone. And lastly, with Mom when she called him during his lunch break.

“So when do you meet his family?”

Each time the question stumped him and left him feeling a little worse.

All he knew about the di Angelo family was that his sister and his mother had passed away and since then, Nico had suffered from neglect and a growing depression. He knew Nico often argued with his dad, and that he hardly ever called him if he wasn’t figuring out something from his credit cards or rent. That was it. He had no idea why Nico was so distant or if he had any other family in New York or what his dad’s name even was.

And after telling his friends about how great his break had gone, each one made sure to ask him the dreaded question of- now what?

They never talked about meeting parents. Even before, when they first dated, it was all Will who wanted his family to meet Nico. Nico never talked about it. Not knowing why made Will feel like he didn’t know his own boyfriend. But he did, didn’t he? Didn’t he know him better than anyone?

It gnawed at him the entire day.

When he finally got home, Nico was asleep in his room. Apparently, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep seeing as his shoes were still on and he still had on his work uniform. Will smiled to himself and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came back out, Nico was in his PJ’s while reading a book on the bed. “Hey, baby,” he said as Will rubbed a towel over his head. “Have you eaten?”

“No I just got back and went straight to the shower. Were you tired?”

“Apparently.” He reached forward and pulled Will close, giving him a light, gentle kiss on his lips. “How was work?”

“Busy, like always,” he answered, with a smile. “Are you hungry?” Nico shook his head. “Okay, I’m going to make myself a sandwich.” Nico nodded and turned his attention back to his book.

While Will ate, he mulled over how to ask Nico about his dad. He knew he had to be careful. He knew Nico was easily angered by the mention of his dad and he knew it was hard to calm him down afterward.

It wasn’t so much the fact that Will wanted to meet him; in fact, he was terrified of meeting Mr. di Angelo. It was more the fact that Will knew next to nothing about Nico’s life back home. He knew some stuff, some problems, some school things, some experiences. It was one of the first things they’d talked about after they met. But he didn’t know the personal things. Moments with his father, what exactly his father had done to make Nico dislike him so much, what the hell happened over Christmas break. Nico never even talked about another parental figure. Will could almost believe he’d raised himself.

That was what bothered him. Too many people had come into the hospital to cry over an almost dead father or mother, regretting that they’d never talked to them after an argument. Too many people had wailed and mourned their parents or parental figures, wishing they hadn’t spent their lives with anger. Wishing they’d had time to fix the family rivalries and grudges.

Once he was done with his sandwich, he chugged a glass of juice and walked over to the room. Nico was reading, one arm behind his head, his lip between his teeth. Without saying anything, Will clambered onto the bed and settled over Nico, their legs tangled, Will chin on Nico’s chest, hidden by his book. Almost by reflex, Nico’s hand began to weave through Will’s hair, making him close his eyes and sigh contentedly.

“Nico?” he began softly. Nico hummed. “Can I ask you something?” Nico moved his book and looked down at Will, cocking an eyebrow. “You have to promise you won’t get mad.”

“Why would I get mad?” he asked warily. He pulled himself up on his elbows and waited.

After gathering his courage, Will asked, “When will I meet your dad?”

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