Southern-Fried Ranting

[crawler_kid]

Angel was mad as a wet hen when she came home, several hours earlier than she should have.  With school out, she was working more shifts at the gym, and shouldn't have needed a pick up until later.  Instead, she'd taken the bus part of the way, and then bamfed the rest of the way back

She slammed the door, hard, as she came inside.

"Why those lousy swamp rats, I have half a mind to..."

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[crawler_kid]

Angel gave Cedric a little squeeze. "Mmm-mmm-mmm. Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave."

[sonoflongshot]

It didn't take Aiden long to get dressed. He changed out of what he was wearing into a tank top and his best pair of tight, leather pants. He forewent shoes and padded back out toward the kitchen.

"Tah dah!"

[crawler_kid]

Angel let out an appreciative whistle. "Lookin' good, Sugah."

[sonoflongshot]

He grinned. "Just hope the look isn't ruined by an apron."

He could and occasionally did get messy in the kitchen. Though he cleaned it up well after.

[crawler_kid]

"Naw," Angel said. "The view from behind's still nice."

[sonoflongshot]

"Good." He clapped his hands together and then rubbed his palms. He headed over to the fridge. And when he bent over, he made sure Angel had quite the view.

[crawler_kid]

Angel stifled a giggle. Aiden did such a good job taking care of her sometimes. And sometimes, she really needed it.

They'd get through this. Somehow.