He decides to thank them. With unfortunate consequences.

He decides to bite the bullet (Hopefully not literally), suck in his pride and go up to them and thank them. With an awkward walk towards them as the aftershocks of Gabardine's explosion still rattling him, he bent at the waist, arm muscle memory raising to cross his stomach, bowed in thanks. “Thank you so much!”

The girls looked at each other, then back at him. The goth, Stocking, looked down at the paper. “Huh, guess we found the target after all.”

PJ’s eyes shot open. “T-target?”

The blondie, Panty, snatches the paper from her sisters’ hand, glancing up and down at both the paper and at PJs, who stood back up from bowing.

“Hm, yup, looks like a ‘Waiter’, all right. Seems like an easy thousand Heaven Coins on your head, buddy~” Panty says, raising the white-blue handgun that PJs only just now realized was still conjured in her hand.

PJs knew exactly what to do, and that was to book it out of there. The angels gave chase behind him as his stick legs did their best to throw him forwards into a sprint. Gunshot after gunshot was heard, and the ghostly ex-waiter felt the wind rush by as bullet after bullet flew passed him, beating him in a race to the end of the alley not realizing this was a game of tag.

Before PJs could thank his lucky stars for the fact that he was apparently hard to hit, he heard the telltale sound of a sword being unsheathed as he rounded the corner. Seems like the goth angel decided to get in on this, and this time being tall and scrawny isn’t going to save him from slashing attacks. Especially since Stocking immediately screeched around the corner making PJs remember that he’s not out of the woods just yet.

PJs ducked and weaved around the confused crowd of a lunch day rush. Lucky for him, the sound of random people complaining about being hit meant that it was likely that the people were aiding in his escape by being effective cover. He heard angel weapons don’t hurt people. Still, the crowd was both a boon and a bane as a few people were spooked by the ghost running through the throng of people, so were doing their best to avoid the encounter, and as such provide less cover for his escape.

For a second, he almost stopped running, remembering that he's a ghost. Shouldn't he really pass on, angel or not? But the sprint continued as fast as it began. He was far more pissed off over the angels leading a domino chain to his execution to begin with, and he'll take this supposed bounty of a thousand whatsitcalled's to his gra- damn these choice of words, and his heartbeat rattling his chest wasn't helping his thoughts either!

The thumping in his chest as he ran was beating like crazy. Which was weird, because he remembered that didn’t have any form of organs that should be doing that. Could it be the thing that Gabardine was holding that he accidentally swallowed? He really should figure out how to deal with that once he makes his way out of this ali-…not-dead-twice.