238, Sat evening

[notstakedyet]

It had been a long day. A long day that had thankfully included a break for a shower and a change of clothes, but a long day nonetheless.

Angel was sitting on a chair by his bed, his feet propped up on his desk. He was looking at Callisto thoughtfully.

"Puppets. Some people think puppets are funny."

[ooc: As always, here for your 238 needs. ETA

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[psycho_barbie]

"The same kind of people who watch Smile Time," Callisto said, in a tone which indicated she wasn't one of those people. Really. "Now if it had vampire puppets, that'd be interesting."

[notstakedyet]

"Vampire puppets would be weird," Angel said. "How would they even go into game face?"

[psycho_barbie]

"I think they'd be kinda cute actually," Callisto thought for a minute. "Maybe they'd have facial features that they could take off and swap."

[notstakedyet]

"Oh! Like a Mr. Potato Head?"

[psycho_barbie]

"Something like that, although they'd have to be careful not to lose any bits of their face."

[notstakedyet]

"Oh that'd suck," Angel said. "Can you imagine going around without a nose or lips?"

[psycho_barbie]

"Wouldn't be much fun, those are very useful things," Callisto smiled. "And you'd smell terribly."

[notstakedyet]

Angel's dork enough that he laughs at that. "Want something? I know I've asked you a billion times already. Cope."

[psycho_barbie]

"Alcohol," Callisto stated grumpily. "My ribs hurt."

[notstakedyet]

Angel might've grinned a little at how matchytheir wounds were. "Well, we've got a selection. Whaddya want?"

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto might have grinned back, except ribs, hurty. "You got that any of green stuff the Colonials drink?"

[notstakedyet]

"Lee brought some," Angel said. "Want a big glass?"

[psycho_barbie]

"Please," Callisto nodded. "Feel I should warn you though, last time I had it, Strip Triad happened."