Llewellyn Watts (
pocketpretzels) wrote2024-05-12 10:47 am
Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Evening
Watts was- physically- feeling far better than he had all week. Along with feeling ill had been a certain restlessness that he couldn't actually do anything about until now.
Hence why there were currently cinnamon rolls in the oven, a couple of loaves of bread proofing on the counter, and Watts himself trying to decide what he ought to make next.
Hence why there were currently cinnamon rolls in the oven, a couple of loaves of bread proofing on the counter, and Watts himself trying to decide what he ought to make next.

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Maybe a little of both?
"It's been a long week."
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"Yes," Watts said, gesturing for Steven to come near. "Come here."
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The "and all" came with a look at that multigrain loaf Steven suspected was for him as well.
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Because where would you keep snacks if not in pockets?
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