Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Afternoon

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Some days just seemed tailor-made for being lazy, and this Sunday was absolutely one of them. Somewhat planned laziness, as Watts and Steven had gone to bed wearing pyjamas ideal for lounging about and had made plans to not change out of them. The morning had started off with a late breakfast of French toast and fruit, after which Watts had retreated to the library to practice piano. Steven had eventually joined him, Raphael trailing along after, and the three of them had curled up on the couch together to do some reading.

Well, okay, Raphael had settled in for a nap. Some time after, Watts had opted to join him, book falling to the floor and head sliding in to Steven's lap as he dozed off.

Eventually, though, wakefulness began to return and he stirred slightly. "Hrrm."