South Attic, Thursday Night
Mar. 9th, 2006 08:42 pmCole sat on the couch, drumming his fingers on its arm. After finding Phoebe in a faint last night when he'd returned from working with Alphonse to use alchemy to try to change Angel's blood, he'd told her to stay in bed today. But, to his complete lack of surprise, when he'd come back from visiting Angel and checking on the blood drive, he'd found her gone.
And the kittens weren't talking.
And the kittens weren't talking.