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sleepswthdemons) wrote2008-10-25 11:43 am
sleepswthdemons) wrote2008-10-25 11:43 am
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44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday
Phoebe was tired of being cooped up and feeling a little restless. She couldn't seem to get comfortable and her emotions and hormones were slightly frayed.
Ok, more than slightly.
After some wheedling, begging and threatening, the boys had helped Phoebe get settled on the front porch swing.
She was, of course, wearing a jacket and there was a blanket nearby in case she got chilled. There was also a pitcher of Lavender Jasmine tea on the table next to her as well as her laptop and a selection of trashy novels.
[[OOC: open!]]
Ok, more than slightly.
After some wheedling, begging and threatening, the boys had helped Phoebe get settled on the front porch swing.
She was, of course, wearing a jacket and there was a blanket nearby in case she got chilled. There was also a pitcher of Lavender Jasmine tea on the table next to her as well as her laptop and a selection of trashy novels.
[[OOC: open!]]