Fallen Angels like Misguided Ghosts

[Vulpesveritas]

The bathroom was grandesque. There was a whirlpool spa-tub in a corner, and a granite half-wall multi-facteted shower in another. The floors were granite tile.

Rick walked along to the kitchen. He nuked some roast beef, and started on making sandwhiches. I hope she likes psuedo-arbys. he thought, as he started to make lunch. He also worked on a pair of salads.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

Jesus christ! This was the biggest bathroom shed ever seen, well, techniqly it was the first. well, spa it is. I took of my oh so edwardish cloths. I hoped some wolves would not wander in and steal her cloths or something like that.

[Vulpesveritas]

Rick continued on making lunch. He decided cheesecake would be a good end to it, so he pulled out a couple of slices from the fridge. He then began to set the dining room table.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

This was the best day ever, ever ever ever. mustang slappoing fuery in the head could NOt make up for this.

[Vulpesveritas]

Rick finished setting the table, then walked up to Trisha's room. He then knocked on the door. "Lunch is ready." he said, standing there. Dang, was he getting attached to her? She was a homoculi. Not to mention she would end up dieing when he did should she develop feelings for him. He leaned back against the wall and sighed.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

"almost ready!" i called. I got my cloths on and popped to the door."Food. I need some."

[Vulpesveritas]

"Allright. You want Coke or Mt. Dew?" Rick asked, as he led Trisha down the stairs to the dining room.
The dining room was simple. It was easy to see it hadn't been used in a while, with dust collecting on the cherriwood table, two chairs turned with plates set at them, the other chairs looking like they hadn't been moved in years. They were all cherrywood in make, with green felt cushions on them.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

'Eww, no. I dont drink pop. I like water or milk." I popped up around the kitchen in various places, investigating.

[Vulpesveritas]

The kitchen was granite-topped, with walnut cabinents. A microwave lay out on the counter, and you notice a gas range stove. The refridgerator is black, and seems to be less than 5 years old. "Allright. I'll get you a glass of each." said Rick, who got himself a glass of Mt. Dew. he walked back over to the table and started to eat his ceaser salad.

[FromAlterniaWithHate]

'ZONG FOOD!" I pounced on it and tore into my sandwhich. My angel pouted, and i stuffed some salad in her mouth. She crunched happily and sat in another chair.