Honolulu Heights, Friday

[chosehumanity]

So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.

That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)

And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.

But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.

[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]

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Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"So if I don't touch anyone when the moon is full, it might --"

Jack felt the urge to apologize again. It was something he needed to know, but that didn't mean he could dissect it as an object lesson.

"I just need this to stop with me," he explained.

Re: Living Room

[chosehumanity]

"No," George said. He was still staring at his tea, but then, as if he'd found something in it, he nodded. "No, I know... exactly how you feel. This... thing is a disease. It shouldn't have a place in this world."

Though he was doing a bit better at the acceptance bit these days, but... still.

"But that's... all I know. Only on the full moon. Every other day of the month, everything is... normal. If that's what you want to call it."

Re: Living Room

[bitten_notshy]

"As close as it's ever going to get for me, anyhow," Jack said. Which ... wasn't all that bad, most days. "Thank you."