Why wouldn't it be possible? Well- the tea might get a trifle overheated...
[Moving on, clawed feet leaving stab marks in the concrete, the earth. It's a sedate walk, a funeral march in the middle of the fire. Towards some hulking wreck of a building, conspicuously unsafe.]
no subject
[Moving on, clawed feet leaving stab marks in the concrete, the earth. It's a sedate walk, a funeral march in the middle of the fire. Towards some hulking wreck of a building, conspicuously unsafe.]