Monday, Most of the Day, Suite 518/520
Jul. 16th, 2007 11:19 amPhoebe was laying in the bed in her room. She was a little achey and sore, and she didn't dare move out of the bed because when she did, she either got two cats up in her face voicing their displeasure... or she got a demon and a sports star fretting at her. Sabertooth cats had very big claws and they did indeed know how to hurt. Both Anders and Cole had repeatedly checked her leg since the attack, but the bleeding had stopped long ago -- just as she had expected it would.
They still fussed.
It was kind of nice to be fussed over by the guys.
She shifted a little to fix the pillows and reached for her notebook again. Between Caritas and a sabertooth cat attack, she wasn't sure if she was ever leaving her rooms again. She had heard on the radio that all of the dinosaurs and cats were gone now -- but she was in no hurry to test that theory.
[[OOC: Mainly for the occupants, but also open.]]
They still fussed.
It was kind of nice to be fussed over by the guys.
She shifted a little to fix the pillows and reached for her notebook again. Between Caritas and a sabertooth cat attack, she wasn't sure if she was ever leaving her rooms again. She had heard on the radio that all of the dinosaurs and cats were gone now -- but she was in no hurry to test that theory.
[[OOC: Mainly for the occupants, but also open.]]
