Angel's old room was somewhat depressing. It was black and white, and had very little else to break up the monotone theme. But there were a cluster of stuffies on the bed, and the patio doors that extended into an overhanging balcony had pokemon stickers on them.

Raven set him on the bed, and then folded his arms over his chest with a sigh. "What do you think then, baby doll? Should we play, or should we start tossing this shit— these things out?"

"Both?" Ronan asked hopefully. The stip of carpet space between the bed and wall was packed with bags. And yeah, they were full of all the...