Playing parts.

[prophecy_boy]

It had been three months since Angel's supposed disappearance, and Connor was almost positive that he was completely off the hook. Fred certainly didn't seem to suspect him, and while Gunn wasn't exactly his biggest fan, Connor knew that Gunn didn't suspect him of anything, either. Nothing concerning Angel and Cordelia's disappearances, at least.

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"Pudding cups? Sounds good," I said as I walked back into the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. "If they're chocolate, then I'm all for one, but tapioca? No way." I gave Connor a grin. Despite our failed efforts to locate Angel, I couldn't help but smile. Having a teenage boy in the house means the fridge gets raided. A lot.

[prophecy_boy]

"They were chocolate," Connor said sourly, standing up straight and settling for a container of yogurt instead. "Someone ate the last one." Judging by Fred's reaction, he was more than ready to pin the blame on Gunn. Sighing, he grabbed a spoon from the nearby silverware drawer and went to lean back against one of the stainless steel counters, letting the door to the fridge close on its own. Pulling the plastic off the yogurt container, he tossed it aside before popping the lid off, looking down at the cup's contents and trying very hard to pretend that those strawberries were really pieces of chocolate.

"Can we get more next time we go grocery shopping?" he asked, unceremoniously shoveling a heaping spoonful of yogurt into his mouth. No luck. It still tasted like strawberries.

[prophecy_boy]

((Thread hop to Fred's post up above. ^_^))