238, Sat evening
It had been a long day. A long day that had thankfully included a break for a shower and a change of clothes, but a long day nonetheless.
Angel was sitting on a chair by his bed, his feet propped up on his desk. He was looking at Callisto thoughtfully.
"Puppets. Some people think puppets are funny."
[ooc: As always, here for your 238 needs. ETA: this evolved into a bit of a party. If you're here for that, go to this thread.]
Angel was sitting on a chair by his bed, his feet propped up on his desk. He was looking at Callisto thoughtfully.
"Puppets. Some people think puppets are funny."
[ooc: As always, here for your 238 needs. ETA: this evolved into a bit of a party. If you're here for that, go to this thread.]