Disclaimer: I don't own Rent
AN: Well, I didn't know what to do with this chapter, but I knew if I didn't write something to get them home again, they would end up stuck there until I got in idea and y'all would get mad at me. So this may be a pile of crap, but whatever.
After looking at the seahorses and some other fish, Angel and Collins decided to head back home. On the way, Angel got an idea.
"Hey, Collins?" she asked
"Yeah?"
"You think Roger's okay?"
"I think so… he was just having a fluff overload with no way to vent."
"And why wasn't he talking until then?"
"Well, I told him not to make any rude comments or I would lock him in a room with Maureen all day. So I guess he couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't rude."
"Hmmm. Think we should go visit him?"
"Nahh"
"Well… okay. I'd rather get home and spend some time with you, anyway." After this conversation, they had made their way home and both flopped onto the couch. Angel had perched herself on top of Collins and was leaning down to kiss him when Giacomo ran up to the couch and jumped onto Collins' chest. Angel laughed and scratched his ears. "You're a little attention whore, aren't you?" Giacomo barked in response, and Angel ruffled his fur. She looked at the clock. It was 3:30. "You up for a late lunch?"
"What are you making?" Collins asked.
"Not you, silly, the dog. C'mon, Giacomo!" Angel went into the kitchen to pour Giacomo some food.
"Hey!" Collins shouted. "What about me?"
Um yeah, short and crappy, but now they can go eat or be fluffy or something when I have more inspiration