Loft above Luke's, Saturday morning

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was sleeping in, today, thank you very much. Unless his housemate woke him up to demand breakfast, he wasn't planning on being up until well into the afternoon. He'd woken up long enough to note that he wasn't feeling crazy horny for the first time in a week and decided that that deserved a nice, long morning off from doing anything remotely adult-like or responsible.

The plan was doomed, but he didn't know that yet. The couch was comfortable, Dean was running the diner, Momoko was . . . doing whatever she was doing this morning, and all was right with the world.

[ooc: for a particular child, but also open for other visitors, including and especially the one who arrived last night, should she care to ping.]

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[heromaniac]

Momoko leaned over and gave Priestly a very, very tight hug.

"He's okay, Boaz. He's just..." How do you tell a six year old this? "Yes, he knew him. Very well."

Boaz's eyes were still glued to Priestly's. Funny, Momoko thought, how they were the same colour. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly pulled himself -- rather forcefully -- back out of the usually pretty successfully buried memories of arrows and blood and reached up to squeeze Momoko's arm. "'Sokay, kid." He cleared his throat and forced a smile. "Hey, who else needs a change of subject?"

And possibly some booze. At . . . whatever o'clock it was in the morning. Dean might be a bad influence on him.

[momokodomo]

Lasumi looked up from the cheese dip he'd found, panic totally written all over his face. "S'not me! Imma big boy now!"