44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Monday

[sleepswthdemons]

Once more, Phoebe had begged wheedled cried decided that she wanted to sit outside. She was too restless and the air outside had relaxed her last time where she was able to sleep for a little bit. The boys made sure everything was in their state of clean and safe before settling her out on the porch swing.

There was tea on the table beside her, as well as a blanket over her feet, and she was reading some sort of trashy novel Cole had gotten for her.


[[OOC: Open, but SP as I am at work.]]

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[prodigalpawn.livejournal.com]

This time when Connor came by, he was clean, and had on his own clothes. "Hey Pheobe." He grinned. "If that is your real name."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

Phoebe frowned. "Of course that's my real name."

[prodigalpawn.livejournal.com]

"I was kidding." he said. "Cause the whole not believing any of this was real...forget it."