oz and sophie

who: oz and sophie
where: their house, basement
when: afternoon

It was cooler outside today, and sunny. Which really was the only reason he wasn't outside. He'd been outside earlier, but that had been in wolf form, with nice fur and everything. Then he'd come back inside, but only because he was having the urge to play, so he'd grabbed his guitar and headed downstairs into the basement. He was on the bottom of the steps, playing quietly, singing just as softly. He was kind of deliberately avoiding, had been.

who: oz and sophie
where: their house
when: mid afternoon

Sophie had breathed a sigh of relief seeing the news that morning, but hardly dared believe it. This wasn't how it happened - they didn't just 'go away'. At least, they hadn't last time. What had been the difference here? Had more people fought back? Had this been a smaller group? Had there just been something more interesting downstate? She had to smile at that last thought - the idea of a group of bloodthirsty vampires being distracted by something shiny was somewhat amusing, after all. She'd spent the morning on the phone to the insurance company, reporting the fire damage and arranging to have the claim forms emailed to her and now she was in her study, trying not to give herself a headache filling them in as she was asked to explain how the fire had started. In the end she'd gone with 'vandals' and hoped nobody would ask too many questions.

Oz had been assessing things with Billy a little more earlier, and after Dean had returned--then gone and fetched Lullaby and immediately gone to hide in his room, he figured it was around time he had a talk with Sophie about the living situation. What with it probably changing and all. So, he went to find his wife and found her in her study. Walking up behind her, he tugged the hair off of the back of her neck and pressed a soft kiss there. "Busy?" he asked, ticking his gaze to what she was working on. Ahh right. Insurance shit. Which he was soooo not at all taking any part in. She took care of that kind of thing.

Who: Sophie and Oz
Where: their house
When: After midnight

Who: Sophie and Oz
Where: Their house
When: Afternoonish

Oz came back into the house in a good mood. His head hurt, but not as bad as it could be hurting. The sun had cooperated with him and gone behind some clouds on his walk home. It was still weird, the new place. He still had yet to really think of it as home. Eventually it would, but he had yet to really feel that full relaxation that came with being someplace you truly considered yours. He had the bag he'd picked up earlier behind his back, and he moved through the house, following Sophie's scent trail. When he found her, he swept up behind her, putting his arm around her and kissing the crook of her neck. "I'm home." he announced unnecessarily, smiling with his lips pressed against her skin. "And I got you a present."