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Monday - September 29th, 2008
Who: James and Will
When: Evening
Where: Their Apartment
What: The angel comes home.
Rated: TBD
James looked like shit. He was pale and he looked as though he hadn't slept for days. Of course he hadn't actually slept aside from the few hours on Saturday night and a few hours early this morning. And on top of not sleeping, he was sick from running around wet on Saturday in the New England cold. He was only a quarter demon, after all. He was still completely capable of getting ill, but he felt like shit for more reasons than just a cold.
The last two days, James had spent a lot of time thinking about things. He thought about what happened on Saturday, how he reacted to things. He thought about the things that Will said and the subsequent conversation he'd had with amnesia-Fisher that night. There was a lot they needed to talk about, really talk about, and.. he wasn't looking forward to it, though he was looking forward to having Will back home.
Rocky had just left with Devon, who had packed an overnight bag just in case, and James was in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. The apartment was hot, the furnace turned up quite a bit higher than they normally kept it, yet he was still cold. He'd managed to get the bedroom cleaned up at least. Nothing was ruined, thankfully, just several things had gotten wet, and he'd had a lot of laundry and mopping to do because of it. He was nervous... terrified, in fact, of what would happen once Will got here.
When: Evening
Where: Their Apartment
What: The angel comes home.
Rated: TBD
James looked like shit. He was pale and he looked as though he hadn't slept for days. Of course he hadn't actually slept aside from the few hours on Saturday night and a few hours early this morning. And on top of not sleeping, he was sick from running around wet on Saturday in the New England cold. He was only a quarter demon, after all. He was still completely capable of getting ill, but he felt like shit for more reasons than just a cold.
The last two days, James had spent a lot of time thinking about things. He thought about what happened on Saturday, how he reacted to things. He thought about the things that Will said and the subsequent conversation he'd had with amnesia-Fisher that night. There was a lot they needed to talk about, really talk about, and.. he wasn't looking forward to it, though he was looking forward to having Will back home.
Rocky had just left with Devon, who had packed an overnight bag just in case, and James was in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. The apartment was hot, the furnace turned up quite a bit higher than they normally kept it, yet he was still cold. He'd managed to get the bedroom cleaned up at least. Nothing was ruined, thankfully, just several things had gotten wet, and he'd had a lot of laundry and mopping to do because of it. He was nervous... terrified, in fact, of what would happen once Will got here.