The Roof, Tuesday Evening
Pacing was good, and so was smoking (arguably), when you were on edge about something; Anders just happened to be capable, believe it or not, of doing both things at once. And so he was up on the roof, pacing and smoking at the same time, trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's unsettling trip to the Underworld, or how frakking fast these last few days were going.
And maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could come up with a way to freeze time.
. . . yeah, right. He might've managed (even though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how) to knock out a demon, but that wasn't going to turn him into a miracle worker overnight or anything.
Stupid time, and its stubborn insistence on moving forward.
[OOC: Anders and Bel's thread locked to them, but the roof is open for all your roof needs, emo or non-emo.]
And maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could come up with a way to freeze time.
. . . yeah, right. He might've managed (even though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how) to knock out a demon, but that wasn't going to turn him into a miracle worker overnight or anything.
Stupid time, and its stubborn insistence on moving forward.
[OOC: Anders and Bel's thread locked to them, but the roof is open for all your roof needs, emo or non-emo.]