238, evening - NFB
Angel was sitting on his bed, with Sean in his lap.
The sketchpad was out, and Angel was drawing.
Anyone noticing a resemblance between his sketches and that of the lobby of a certain hotel would not be out of their minds.
[ooc: Here for the girlfriend. Radio can report that they spent a little private time together. What they do and talk about? Not so much.]
The sketchpad was out, and Angel was drawing.
Anyone noticing a resemblance between his sketches and that of the lobby of a certain hotel would not be out of their minds.
[ooc: Here for the girlfriend. Radio can report that they spent a little private time together. What they do and talk about? Not so much.]