Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

That morning when Steven arrived at work there was a note from Blathers. It asked if he minded coming in on Tuesdays instead over the next few weeks since the mun's schedule was changing as well.

It made no difference to Steven so, rather than wake Blathers up to tell him, he wrote a note back in the affirmative and left it in Blathers' office.

After which Steven made himself comfortable behind the Welcome Desk. While he sat there, he checked the calendar on his phone to make sure nothing about this would interfere with his or Marc's schedules.

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[pocketpretzels]

“I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
Why would it sleep not? why should it start,
When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?
What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
Only the song of a secret bird.”

That was a yes, Steven. Very much so.

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh that's not fair, Llew," Steven said. His hand squeezed Llewellyn's tighter. "How am I meant to hear that and not kiss you?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts looked around. "There's no one here but us and the fish." And presumably some squirrels somewhere, but given their... enthusiasm... for romance, he was certain tomorrow's radio broadcast would already be mentioning their names in such a context, so- "You could. If you like."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven did like. So he leaned over and kissed Llewellyn, albeit more gently than he perhaps would have if they were back at one of their flats.