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.]

Comments

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

"Mad. You know, like, awesome. Cool. Fabulous. Wicked."

She probably wasn't helping, was she.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

Not really, no.

"Like a bad man?" Kayla asked, trying to make what Jane was saying fit into her worldview.

[hasafirstname.livejournal.com]

Man, how sheltered was Kayla, not even knowing any old slang? "Like someone you wanna be like."