An afternoon at the Brownstone (open)

[dcnobsidian]

"I know. Yes, I'll bring it home with me," Todd Rice, otherwise known as Obsidian, was talking on his cellphone as he prepared himself a cup of tea. In costume save for his head which appeared 'normal', he'd taken a break from security patrol to call home and get a quick drink. "Alright, I'll see you tonight. Love you too," he said, hanging the phone up as he went to the fridge. The shadow-user frowned as he noticed how little milk there was left.

"I could have sworn there was more this morning..." he trailed off, wondering which of his teammates had used it all.