Hyperion, Tuesday
Angel opened his eyes on his bed, his mind yet again filled with images of killing and drinking and carving.
Then he saw that he had a voicemail.
After listening to the message (but not checking his emails) Angel decided that denial was really going to be the order for the day.
He went downstairs to let Sean out into the courtyard, and then put on some coffee.
He was going to need it.
[ooc: open to all in LA]
Then he saw that he had a voicemail.
After listening to the message (but not checking his emails) Angel decided that denial was really going to be the order for the day.
He went downstairs to let Sean out into the courtyard, and then put on some coffee.
He was going to need it.
[ooc: open to all in LA]