Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Late Morning

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Today's plans involved a lazy morning of sleeping in followed by Watts and Steven cooking breakfast together. Of course, they'd neglected to get the cat to buy in to this plan, so Raphael was at his usual hour singing the song of his people- one that mostly involved demands for breakfast.

Watts slipped out from beneath the covers, wrote a quick note to leave on Steven's bedside table as usual, and then headed down the hall to the kitchenette to prepare Raphael's food.

"There," he said, giving the cat a pat on the head as he placed the food bowl down on the ground. "Now you needn't starve to death." At least until dinnertime, anyway.

That taken care of, he made his way back into the bedroom and under the covers, immediately seeking out the warmth of the other body beneath said covers.

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven hadn't woken up enough to register Llewellyn being gone or see the note, though he would still be grateful for the note having been written when he was aware of it.

He was, however, awake enough to similarly seek out Llewellyn's warmth when he returned. He wrapped his arms around Llewellyn and encouraged him to come closer.

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An effort that was rewarded with a lazy kiss to his jaw before Watts buried his face in the crook of Steven's neck.

[hasaknightjob]

That elicited a content sigh, both for the kiss and for the position. Llewellyn did make an excellent blanket after all. Steven wrapped his arm around Llewellyn, his hand lazily stroking Llewellyn's back.

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm." Content sigh, meet happy hum, because this was perfect, thank you. Yes, of course, there were breakfast plans but see above re: sleeping in, first.

[hasaknightjob]

"Mm hm," Steven replied, just about as awake. Because this was very nice indeed. Especially now that Raphael wasn't dancing on top of them demanding to be fed.

[pocketpretzels]

He'd simply been making sure his humans understood how truly dire the situation was! He'd been starving! To death!

All was well now of course, and in fact in a minute or two he'd let them know of his satisfaction by hopping up on to the bed and curling up at the end.

Not that Watts was aware of any of that, busy as he was being a human blanket-slash-octopus.

[hasaknightjob]

Which Steven was more than all right with, if the way he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of Llewellyn's head was anything to go by. More rest was definitely on order. It was a lazy Sunday, after all.

[pocketpretzels]

Exactly. First and foremost was enjoying each others' company, which they were quite successfully doing right now.

[hasaknightjob]

Which they might do for a short while, in fact. Until one of them started stirring in a way that suggested he might eventually be waking up. Steven, for instance.

[pocketpretzels]

Suppose it had to happen eventually. Though the other person under the covers may have been in some denial of that fact, given the sleepy grumble said stirring elicited.

[hasaknightjob]

What if the stirring came with light kisses on the top of Llewellyn's head? Because those were happening now.

[pocketpretzels]

Well, okay, yes, now there was a sleepy smile crossing his face so… good work, Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

How about a gentle massage on the back of Llewellyn's neck? Because that was happening now too.

[pocketpretzels]

The sound that elicited was definitely not a grumble, and there was also a little shifting to be in better position for said massage.

[hasaknightjob]

That got a little more pressure then. Nothing hard, just more than what might be done for someone entirely asleep.

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“S’nice.” Ooh, look at that. An actual somewhat comprehensible word!

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled. "So are you."

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That got a sleepy chuckle out of him. “Flirt.”

[hasaknightjob]

"You're worth it." Flirting? The way Steven moved his hand up to massage the back of Llewellyn's head? Probably both.

[pocketpretzels]

“You’re wonderful,” Watts replied, awake enough now to manage multiple syllables.

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you," Steven said, since he was awake enough to remember to say that.

He pressed a kiss to the top of Llewellyn's head. "Hello, you."

[pocketpretzels]

“Hello, you,” Watts replied. “Good morning.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Good morning," Steven said. Though by the way he nestled closer to Llewellyn it did not mean he was ready to get out of bed yet by any means. "You fed Raphael?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Just in the nick of time,” Watts reported with the sort of fond exasperation that came of being a pet parent. “As he was dangerously close to wasting away.”

Bold words from someone who would quite literally eat the food off someone else’s plate.

[hasaknightjob]

"Poor little thing," Steven said, fully aware the cat was curled up on the bed with them and could hear him. "Never fed in his entire life."