(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes from the staff quarters to the bar, carrying his guitar in one arm and a small, black, less-than-pleased-looking kitten in the other. He sits at the end of the bar and places the kitten on the top, fetches some pieces of luncheon meat from the carts, and puts them on a plate for the kitten to eat.

He adjusts the guitar on his lap and play,s keeping an eye on the kitten.

And on the angel.

Comments

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie takes off his guitar and lays it on the top of the bar. "Would you watch Cow if I need to-?" He nods to them, his body tensed to spring.

"Angels are. They're not people, technically. Except . . . they are. I don't get it. It's more complicated than I can understand."

[ember_eleven]

"I'd watch the cat, but I'll probably be exactly where you're going."

"Everything here is complicated, it seems."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Too many people in too small a space," Charlie murmurs, and longs for the beaches of his island.