[Angel lies on her stomach, head in her arms, golden locks obscuring what little of her face might be visible. She's on the roof, as she is so often, sleeping peacefully. And dangerously close to the brink, dangerously close to falling.
If you get closer or make a sound on the device, she will notice you, but it will take her much longer than normally. Physical exhaustion does that to you.
And every once in a while, she moves a bit, as if someone tried to wake her up, mumbling a protest.] ...No, Gazzy. Go 'way....
If you get closer or make a sound on the device, she will notice you, but it will take her much longer than normally. Physical exhaustion does that to you.
And every once in a while, she moves a bit, as if someone tried to wake her up, mumbling a protest.] ...No, Gazzy. Go 'way....