Who: Kellan and Patrick When: Thursday What: Please don't harass our soon to be new person Where: Patrick's place Warnings: Language, TBD
Kellan had heard snatches of things like a newcomer and a potential move. Neither of these options was a thing he enjoyed thinking about (honestly he'd just gotten comfortable here), and he'd generally been sulking about it. He'd picked an immortal because change was so slow with them. But he'd experienced more change with the Saints then anything.
So he'd grumbled as he'd changed into his people suit and found some pants (because Saints and sensibilities, honestly) and made a trek to the kitchen. He'd spend a few moments collecting the yappy little dog George had brought home and placed it on something high. Something the damned thing could get off on it's own. "bark at me now you stupid dog."
Happy with taking his vengeance on the dog he'd then walked into the kitchen and found some liquor and food. Taking both his prizes he'd walked to the couch and sat down, half grinning at the dog, who honestly just looked very confused. If he'd only get that for the entire day, it was at least something.