And I can't complain 'bout yesterday, 'cause today's a brand new day Who: Beautiful Dreamer, Callisto, Caliban What: House of W; Heart's Desires When: November 9, 1963 Where: Manhattan Rating/Warnings: Will update as needed Status: Open; In Progress
Sunshine in November was especially beautiful when one was able to enjoy it freely and without worry. And because today was a venture topside away from the sewers, Beautiful Dreamer couldn't be bothered to care if anyone bothered to stare at her compatriot Caliban or her eyepatched leader while they strolled through SoHo just enjoying the crisp air.
"Those things are gonna kill you, Calleigh."
Lighting up a cigarette, the blonde took a long drag, savoring it before releasing the smoke through her nose. "You know they help me focus, darling." She purred, linking her arm with her taller friend's without bothering to see if she would mind.
A slender brow quirked, Callisto shook her head and sighed, not in the mood to argue on such a beautiful day. Particularly one on which they were actually being smiled at and not chased around with torches. Or guns. Dreamer hated guns, but Callisto held a definite fondness for them. The smell of gunpowder was relaxing!
"Callisto, where is Caliban? He was right next to me just a minute ago."
"Take your eyes off of him for ten seconds and he disappears. Like a child." The brunette mumbled to herself and took a deep breath, nose wrinkling at the smell most foul. "He's in the alley. With those disgusting cats."
"Now, now. They're not disgusting. They're cute and fluffy. Which is why you don't care for them of course." Dreamer grinned, turning them around and veering off in the direction where Callisto picked up on Caliban's scent.
"Caliban, what the hell are you doing?" Callisto sneered when one of the alley cats rubbed up against her leg and she was about to kick it when Dreamer cleared her throat. Okay, kitty, you can live... for now.