Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Morning

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The heating pad had helped a great deal to soothe the ache in his arm, though at some point during the night Watts still found himself awake and restless. He scribbled a quick note for Steven and headed downstairs to make himself a cup of tea.

Fandom being Fandom, he never made it back upstairs, and thus come Saturday morning there was a tiny Llewellyn Watts fast asleep on the library couch, one arm slung over an equally fast asleep Raphael, who was laid out next to him.

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"I dunno," Llewellyn shrugged. "Mostly I'm just supposed to play outside."

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"I see," Steven said. "You're allowed to play inside here. Though we can go out at some point if you like. We've the beach right outside our door. You could make sand castles?"

Possibly a little too cold for a long time playing outside but Steven could find a way to bundle Llewellyn up for a bit.

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"The beach like at the ocean?" Llewellyn asked, wide eyed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very much like the ocean," Steven said. "Though it's too cold for swimming I'm afraid. But we could play in the sand or go for a walk if you like."

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"Oh, I would like!" Llewellyn said, waving his fork around in his enthusiasm. Thankfully there was nothing on it, so no food went flying.

[hasaknightjob]

"We'll put that on the agenda then," Steven said. Luckily they had toys for playing in the sand from the last time there were little ones about. "What other things would you like to do this weekend?"

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"Ummmm," Llewellyn thought about the question. "We could- read some books? And I can pet the cat some more?"

[hasaknightjob]

"We can do both those things," Steven said. "What about drawing? Would you like to draw at some point?"

They did have craft supplies for little ones now too.

[pocketpretzels]

"I could make you a picture," Llewellyn nodded.

[hasaknightjob]

"I would love if you made me a picture," Steven said. "I would put it in my journal with other things I want to keep."

[pocketpretzels]

"You would? Really?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I would," Steven said, giving him a big smile. "It would be an honor to have a picture of yours of my own."

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"I wanna draw you one now!" Llewellyn declared, around his last mouthful of waffle.

[hasaknightjob]

"I would like that," Steven said. "But we should check on the others in the building to see if they need breakfast as well. Would you like to keep me company while I do that?"

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Llewellyn nodded quickly. "Yes, yes. I would like to come with you. Yes."

[hasaknightjob]

"Could you help me put things away in the dishwashing cupboard first?" Steven asked. "Then we'll go check on the others?"

[pocketpretzels]

Llewellyn nodded excitedly. Though the nod was followed by a glance over at the dishwashing cupboard and then to Steven, hesitant expression on his face.

[hasaknightjob]

"Something worrying you?" Steven asked.

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"Nooooo," Llewellyn shook his head, because it wasn't a worry.

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"Something on your mind?" Steven asked, if that would help.

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Llewellyn nodded, still looking a little uncertain.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'd like to know what it is, if you feel comfortable telling me," Steven said. "I promise I won't be cross."

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"Can- could- could I press the button?" Llewellyn asked. "To make it go?"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven's smile grew wider, glad that it wasn't something troubling the lad. "Of course. Would you like to help me add the soap as well?"

Was the dishwasher going to be full enough to need to be run once they put the breakfast plates in? Probably not. Did Steven care? Also no.

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Llewellyn nodded excitedly in response to that question.