IT'S THE CIIIIIRCLE OF LIIIIIIIFE...except there's a dead guy
Who: sealbait and gotsomebadnoose and possibly thecorpsedaddy later
When: Sunday (July 17th), afternoon
Where: Undertaker's house, living room.
Summary: Veser is catching up on some TV with Lee and a childhood favorite happens to come on- cue waterworks and Lee discovering his ~special power~.
Warnings: None save for Veser's habitual swearing.
This week hadn't been great for Veser. In fact, it had sucked. Sucked like a hoover set on high and then used to give yourself a hickey and say you got it on a date. Between Tenten going home and snapping at Soul (something he felt at least a little bad about) all he wanted to do was spend his day off rotting his brain with television and his teeth with soda.
And that was just what he was going to do. Soda can in hand and still in his pajamas, he sulked into the living room to turn on the television. Veser was reasonably sure the damn thing was at least twice as old as he was and the fact it used "bunny ears" antenna didn't help. The half-selkie was near positive Undertaker had gotten it just so he could giggle over Veser trying to figure out how to work it. It took a bit of trial and error but he finally managed to get a decent picture and proceeded to flop onto the (dusty and slightly moth-eaten) sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Yup, perfect way to waste a Sunday.
When: Sunday (July 17th), afternoon
Where: Undertaker's house, living room.
Summary: Veser is catching up on some TV with Lee and a childhood favorite happens to come on- cue waterworks and Lee discovering his ~special power~.
Warnings: None save for Veser's habitual swearing.
This week hadn't been great for Veser. In fact, it had sucked. Sucked like a hoover set on high and then used to give yourself a hickey and say you got it on a date. Between Tenten going home and snapping at Soul (something he felt at least a little bad about) all he wanted to do was spend his day off rotting his brain with television and his teeth with soda.
And that was just what he was going to do. Soda can in hand and still in his pajamas, he sulked into the living room to turn on the television. Veser was reasonably sure the damn thing was at least twice as old as he was and the fact it used "bunny ears" antenna didn't help. The half-selkie was near positive Undertaker had gotten it just so he could giggle over Veser trying to figure out how to work it. It took a bit of trial and error but he finally managed to get a decent picture and proceeded to flop onto the (dusty and slightly moth-eaten) sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Yup, perfect way to waste a Sunday.