AStarorTwo
Two Thousand Club
I really wish I didn't have to do that... the honey-haired angel mourned internally.
Once it seemed like Sam had managed to get the medicine in his system, Gabriel carried him to the living room, before snapping his fingers and the couch turning into more of a futon, with blankets and pillows strewn about.
"Good thing I can't get sick...so you're getting cuddles. Best medicine there is," the archangel said with cheer.
Once it seemed like Sam had managed to get the medicine in his system, Gabriel carried him to the living room, before snapping his fingers and the couch turning into more of a futon, with blankets and pillows strewn about.
"Good thing I can't get sick...so you're getting cuddles. Best medicine there is," the archangel said with cheer.