|So I like to make stuff out of felt sometimes.|
Plans (Adamandriel)Okay, Samandriel, we're going out for a drink tonight, Adam decided, plonking himself on the sofa next to the angel, who was staring intently at the TV screen playing Tom & Jerry. It was one of his favourite shows, apart from Dr. Sexy, M.D., but Samandriel barely got to watch that any more due to Adam's numerous complaints.Plans (Adamandriel) by ~Crazydusknoir
What for? he asked, tilting his head in confusion, We have plenty of drinks in the kitchen, don't we?
Yeah, but I'm taking you to a bar tonight, and you're gonna have some beer.
But Adam, I'm an angel! I can't just-
Oh, come on! the man said with a
Curtains (Adamandriel)Adam Milligan stumbled into the living room of the apartment he shared with Samandriel, still half asleep and blurry eyed having only just woken up, and promptly tripped over a pile of curtains haphazardly dumped in the middle of the floor.Curtains (Adamandriel) by ~Crazydusknoir
"What the- Hey, Samandriel!" the words had barely left his mouth when there was a sound like a flutter of wings, and the angel was stood next to him. He could have just walked, since he was only in the next room, but the loud bang as Adam hit the floor worried him, "Why the hell are the curtains on the floor?"
"Oh, sorry about that," Samandriel said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "they fell do