238, Sunday evening

[notstakedyet]

Angel? Still both wee and tiny.

He was in his room with Sean and his anti-zombie fort.

He was contemplating whether or not he was still married to Callisto and, if he was, if this meant he needed to get a job.

Married men had responsibilities after all.

He decided to meditate about this over fingerpainting.

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[psycho_barbie]

"Heya Marty," Callisto waved.

[oatmanspatient]

"Hi 'listo!" Marty waved back. "Did you trap any vampires yet?"

[psycho_barbie]

"Apart from Angel? Not yet," Callisto said. "I think they're scared of us."

[oatmanspatient]

"What kind of bait are you using?" Marty asked thoughtfully. "Maybe you should use one of Angel's juice boxes."

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto thought about it. "That's a smart idea."

[oatmanspatient]

"I'm very smart. I'm smarty Marty."

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto giggled, because that ryhmed.