Room 401, Landmark London, Sunday night
Mar. 6th, 2006 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection.
Soon to be her reflection again, he hoped.
His day as a boy? Not all he'd hoped for. But saving Angel was more important than having fun fooling his friends.
It had been an . . . enlightening experience, though.
He quickly finished up with his nightly routine, which involved much less time combing hair than usual, but more time rubbing his jaw to check for any hair growth, then stood there for a bit longer.
Odds were good he wasn't going to get a chance like this again. He looked down.
He pulled out the waist band of his pajama pants.
It was kinda just handing there.
"You suck," he told it.
It ignored him.
He sighed and let go of his waist band.
Yeah, he so didn't have the energy tonight to experiment.
He left the bathroom and climbed into bed.
He just hoped there wouldn't be any nightmares, tonight.
[ooc: and the mun is off to bed. night all!]
Soon to be her reflection again, he hoped.
His day as a boy? Not all he'd hoped for. But saving Angel was more important than having fun fooling his friends.
It had been an . . . enlightening experience, though.
He quickly finished up with his nightly routine, which involved much less time combing hair than usual, but more time rubbing his jaw to check for any hair growth, then stood there for a bit longer.
Odds were good he wasn't going to get a chance like this again. He looked down.
He pulled out the waist band of his pajama pants.
It was kinda just handing there.
"You suck," he told it.
It ignored him.
He sighed and let go of his waist band.
Yeah, he so didn't have the energy tonight to experiment.
He left the bathroom and climbed into bed.
He just hoped there wouldn't be any nightmares, tonight.
[ooc: and the mun is off to bed. night all!]
