MHA #15 to MHA #14, Tuesday Morning

[pocketpretzels]

Over the past few weeks, Watts had become quite accustomed to being awakened by the sound of a rather energetic cat who liked to make it known that he needed to be fed right now immediately. A desire that was often expressed by running around the apartment at top speed.

Today was no different. Or at least, it had been, up until the first muffled thump sounded from the living room. A few minutes later, there was another. Then another.

With a resigned grumble, Watts got out of bed to see what had Raphael making such a commotion, only to find his cat perched on the edge of the couch, staring intently at something that was whizzing around in the air. The reason for the thump noises soon became evident, as the cat launched himself up off the arm of the couch in an attempt to catch the flying whatever-it-was. Which was now zooming around Watts's head in an increasingly agitated circle. Watts swatted at it. It darted out of the way, and then back towards him. Watts glanced over at Raphael, who was, tail twitching, clearly ready to attempt to catch the thing again. "Don't you dare," Watts said, as if he had a chance in hell of the cat actually listening to him.

Raphael jumped. The flying thing zipped out of the way. Watts also managed to move out of the way, narrowly avoiding a faceful of cat. The flying thing moved closer again, resuming the agitated circling of Watts's head.

"Go away!" he swatted at it, and it darted out of the way of his hand. Watts took the opportunity to dash back into his bedroom, shutting the door before the flying nuisance could follow him in. Grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers, he got dressed- well, sort of- in the interest of expediency he skipped the waistcoat.

He made sure Raphael was fed, all the while attempting to fend off the irritating flying thing, and then few minutes later and he was across the hall, knocking on Steven's door. Unbeknownst to him, of course, the flying thing (yes, you absolutely guessed it, it's totally the mistletoe) was sneakily hovering juuuuuuust behind him. Waiting. Lurking.

[ooc: for the guy who lives there. no, not that one. the other one.]

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's chest. "At least the island wasn't entirely made of pretzels? Be awful, you going off those."

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Watts went very still. "Steven Grant, don't you even joke about that."

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Steven hugged him. "All I'm saying is it's good it didn't happen! I'd feel awful for you."

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"Thankfully pretzels are not typically associated with holidays. So I'm probably safe."

Well. Maybe Oktoberfest.

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"Trying to imagine what'd be worst case scenario for me," Steven said. "Suppose nothing to eat but meat. Though even then could just let Marc have the day."

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"You'd certainly have an advantage over the rest of us there," Watts admitted.

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"Is one of those benefits of us sharing," Steven agreed. "Bit like the alcohol, though I've no idea how it works. At least the island's always been kind as far as all that. Diet needs, I mean."

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It was kind of the exact opposite of the alcohol, really.

"Though I would prefer if it would not mess about with changing food again." Providing food, like the cookies or the marzipan or the drinks in the taps was apparently acceptable (given it wasn't an entire building made edible), but he was not ready to forgive the Halloween food.

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"Especially not the day of our party," Steven said. "Be horrible if all our planning was scuppered by the island having a laugh."

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"The tinsel was fairly on-theme for Mrs. Hargreeves and Miss Smith's party," Watts pointed out. "Hopefully we shall get something like that."

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"So on theme I forgot it wasn't their doing," Steven admitted. "Wonder what the island could do that would be helpful? Extra hot plates, maybe?"

Nobody wanted to eat fried food cold.

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“Hot plates?” Watts echoed. “Those are… something for keeping food warm?”

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Steven said. He tried to gesture to indicate size, which wasn't easy given that one of his hands was unable to move since it was tucked in between him and Llewellyn and Steven did not feel like moving. "Know how the food we'll have will be on serving trays? Well the things that need keeping warm will have sort of burners under them. That way people can still enjoy them hot."

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"The future is remarkable," Watts said, shaking his head a little. Though really, hot plates were one of those things that weren't that far off from being popularized in his own time. A year or two at most.

[hasaknightjob]

"Past has some lovely features as well," Steven said. He put his hand back around Llewellyn's waist and gave him a hug, just in case it was unclear what feature in particular Steven was talking about.

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"Mmm, I'm just lucky you don't mind someone a little old-fashioned," Watts said fondly.

[hasaknightjob]

"I like your old-fashioned," Steven said. "It's sweet. Like you. And charming."

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"That's not what you were thinking when you were trying to get me out of my clothing a few nights ago," Watts pointed out with an impish grin.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven gave him a nudge. "Cheeky. Anyway, your fault I want you to myself so quickly."

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"Is it now?" Watts asked, laughing.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven couldn't help but smile. He loved seeing Llewellyn laugh and be happy. "Yes, you. Being so handsome and desirable."

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You were responsible for that happiness, Steven. Just so you knew.

"I don't know," Watts mused. "I can think of someone who outstrips me in that department."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven tugged lightly on the undershirt Llewellyn was still wearing. "Outstrip, you say?"

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And now of course it was Watts's turn to reply with, "Cheeky."

[hasaknightjob]

"You brought it up," Steven said, innocently. He settled back down against Llewellyn's chest again.