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]

Callisto had no idea why her eye had just started twitching. "Heya Logan."

[psycho_barbie]

"Nope," Callisto said. "Works on all kinds of things."