238, evening - NFB

[notstakedyet]

Angel was sitting on his bed, with Sean in his lap.

The sketchpad was out, and Angel was drawing.

Anyone noticing a resemblance between his sketches and that of the lobby of a certain hotel would not be out of their minds.

[ooc: Here for the girlfriend. Radio can report that they spent a little private time together. What they do and talk about

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[psycho_barbie]

Callisto knocked on the door. She may have had candles of some description on her person.

To help decorate the room. Why else would she have them?

[notstakedyet]

Angel would've gotten up but - puppy. Lap.

"C'mon in, Cal."

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto let herself in, shuting the door behind her. "Hey you."

[notstakedyet]

Big smile. "Hey, you. I haven't seen you in a billion years."

Sean, always happy to see Dad's girlfriend, started to wag his tail, occasionally thwapping Angel's pencil as he did so.