Who: Mitchell and open! When: Saturday afternoon Where: In front of Mitchell's pub What: Taking a nap and blocking the door Rating: Middlish? Status: Open/Ongoing
Mitchell wasn't sure whether it was the excersice or the adrenaline the flying provided but it had been damn exhausting. Add that to his general lack of sleep he was definitely on the tired and lazy side of existance. Mitchell stretched his wings - all of them. It was quite a stunt to coordinate so many - it had taken all of Friday to figure out how to move what and when what needed to be moved. He had crashed a few trees in the forest and scratched his own skin. Nothing that did not heal within a few minutes.
The ikran-shaped vampire had landed in front of his pub. Tiredness had claimed every single fibre of his muscles. He was too exhausted to change and so simply flopped down onto the ground in front of his business. He closed his big eyes and felt his body relax.