[Continued from hereHere was a thing to like about winter: In addition to not giving a crap if it was cold, Angelus got to enjoy short days and long nights ( Read more... )

After chatting with Isabel Angel went downstairs to get some breakfast and catch up on work.

Any resemblance between him and a vampire who was trying to pretend that yesterday had never happened were entirely coincidental.

[ooc: open to all Hyperion folks]

After leaving Callisto's room Angel went back to 238. This was his last day in Fandom. He had to pack. There was plenty of time before he needed to meet the portal he'd arranged to go back home, but right now he felt better keeping himself busy with the mundane stuff ( Read more... )

Angel had been a bit silly the night before.

Today? He was tired.

At some point he'd start to learn what cause and effect meant.

Today was not that day.

Visitors were welcome, though they might notice something new on the door.

[ooc: OCD threads a-coming are up. Don't worry about disturbing him. Visitors and supervision would be a good thing ( Read more... )