33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday Morning
Apr. 1st, 2013 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Kaidan's return to the house was summarized quite well by the loud noise he produced as he collapsed backwards onto the sofa. Nice, comfortable sofa. Sofa good. Sofa very good. (He probably wouldn't admit it aloud, but this was the flop of the satisfied; he always did feel better in the days after seeing some action. But shh.)
"Nggghhhh," he added a moment later.
"Hey, do we have steak?" he continued to no one in particular.
"Oh, and coffee," he realized shortly after that. "Steak and coffee. Yeah."
[[ open, sure. ]]
"Nggghhhh," he added a moment later.
"Hey, do we have steak?" he continued to no one in particular.
"Oh, and coffee," he realized shortly after that. "Steak and coffee. Yeah."
[[ open, sure. ]]