004 [open log] Panty and stocking?
This was either the best or the worst day of Gabriel's life.
He'd poofed himself down to one of the nearby coffee shops to see what kind of mocha's they'd make, and if they were any good; when he'd entered, the first thing he'd noticed was that all of the baristas seemed to be in their underwear. A naked coffee shop? That was always good news in Gabriel's book.
Then he'd noticed all the customers were in their underwear, too. And the couple of guys he could see walking down the street.
Considering the state of some of these people, that wasn't really a good thing.
He turned to a little blonde thing sitting near the window, intending to ask what was up with the nearly-naked neighborino's, but what came out of his mouth was "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Good daddy, he'd never say that again if he could help it, which he apparently couldn't.
He'd poofed himself down to one of the nearby coffee shops to see what kind of mocha's they'd make, and if they were any good; when he'd entered, the first thing he'd noticed was that all of the baristas seemed to be in their underwear. A naked coffee shop? That was always good news in Gabriel's book.
Then he'd noticed all the customers were in their underwear, too. And the couple of guys he could see walking down the street.
Considering the state of some of these people, that wasn't really a good thing.
He turned to a little blonde thing sitting near the window, intending to ask what was up with the nearly-naked neighborino's, but what came out of his mouth was "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Good daddy, he'd never say that again if he could help it, which he apparently couldn't.