314, Saturday Morning

[grand_fallguy]

Tim didn't want to stir from his bed. It was nice and comfy in the bed. Plus, he just didn't feel like getting up today. He could always call Luke, tell him he was sick, or, had been turned into an animal or something. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea.

Damn work ethic. Bathrobe on, Tim blearily headed for the bathroom.

For a certain out of town visitor, but I suppose other early risers, or very late night owls could come a knockin' as well. SP because I sleep now, and work and stuff tomorrow.

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[superartie]

Something smelly thwomped down onto Tim's bed. "Hey! Wake up!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

OhGodNo. Tim opened his eyes all the way and stared. The smell worked better than smelling salts. That and the shock of having this particular spirits here.

Oh Hell.

"Hi."

Yang Was Back.