Now, this is downright strange...
Okay. I'm at the Hyperion, and...something just ain't right here, kids. Can't put my finger on it, but the hair on the back of my neck is standing straight out. Hate that feeling.
Haven't seen Cordelia; she's here, I can feel it, but either she's staying out of my way or she hasn't realized I'm here. Which, after the huge, "Honey, I'm home!" when I walked in, doesn't seem very likely. Unless she's on one of the upper floors...
So anyway, I've got one of Angel's shirts. Out of the laundry hamper, let me add, because I don't know if laundry detergent interferes with the mojo. (And it's a good thing vampires don't sweat, or that might interfere with the mojo, too...)
I'm headed out now for the shelter. Hope Fred's hanging on...
Haven't seen Cordelia; she's here, I can feel it, but either she's staying out of my way or she hasn't realized I'm here. Which, after the huge, "Honey, I'm home!" when I walked in, doesn't seem very likely. Unless she's on one of the upper floors...
So anyway, I've got one of Angel's shirts. Out of the laundry hamper, let me add, because I don't know if laundry detergent interferes with the mojo. (And it's a good thing vampires don't sweat, or that might interfere with the mojo, too...)
I'm headed out now for the shelter. Hope Fred's hanging on...