238, morning

[notstakedyet]

Angel was up, he'd walked Sean, he'd hit a few stores, and now he was making breakfast.

The current menu was coffee, tea, eggs, toast, oranges, waffles, and he was now debating pancakes.

It's possible he was working just a little too hard at this.

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[whitedeathpod]

John wakes up from his well, he's lost count by now, night of restless sleep.

"Am I rooming with Martha Stewart now?"

[notstakedyet]

"I'm not blond," Angel pointed out. Because he was a good roommate, he punctuated this statement by holding out a cup of coffee for John to take.

[whitedeathpod]

"Aww, you're so nice," John mumbles, taking the coffee but not getting up right away. "I'm gonna leave you lots of things in my will. Good things, even."

[notstakedyet]

Angel blinked. "You're dying?"

[demonbelthazor]

Outside the door, Bel took a deep breath, then knocked.

[notstakedyet]

Angel got the door. There was a quick look of relieved surprise when he saw who it was. "Hey. Come on in."

[demonbelthazor]

"Thanks," Bel said, stepping into the room. "Um, offer still open? Breakfast, I mean?"

[notstakedyet]

"Making it right now," Angel said, gesturing towards the kitchen. "You want coffee?

[psycho_jackass]

Logan knocked on the door.

[notstakedyet]

"C'mon in, Logan," Angel said, as Sean raced to the door, barking happily all the way.

[psycho_jackass]

Logan gave Sean a scratch in greeting. "Hey, dude, you ever check your...," he saw who else was there, "...voice mail." He raised his eyebrows at Angel, in expectation of an explanation.

[notstakedyet]

"I had a voice mail?" Angel asked. He saw where Logan was looking. "It's okay. We're good. He's not trying to desoul me."