Trooper Station, Friday

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Apparently the player universe felt it had been far too long since anyone at the station opened a drawer only to find it sloshing with coffee, because that’s what was happening today. Every drawer was coffee: some of it hot, some of it iced, but all of it coffee.

Hopefully no one had need of any files or anything today, because… coffee.

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven of course had no idea about this when he texted his beau with Would you care for a coffee and a snack?

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is the coffee i a cup?

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Steven blinked at the question. A takeaway one from the Perk?

Maybe Llewellyn preferred a mug from home?

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that wil sudfice

Either option was better than in a drawer.

thnakbyoh

[hasaknightjob]

Be there in a tick Steven texted back. Love you.

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🍞

Oh look, someone was trying to use emoji!

[hasaknightjob]

Of course this made Steven smile. I bread you too.

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Bread? Watts blinked down at his latest message from Steven in confusion, and then realized he’d sent the wrong emoji by accident.

that was mant to be aheart, my fingers clippfc.

As they do often did when he texted.

[hasaknightjob]

I thought it was on purpose. In honor of your baking.

Then, just to be sure, I wasn't making fun. I thought it was sweet.

[pocketpretzels]

i suppose it is somewheat apt

‘Somewheat’ again being by accident and not on purpose.

[hasaknightjob]

At least this time Steven guessed it was a typo. He texted back after putting an order in at the Perk.

I certainly toast my good luck in having you in my life.

[pocketpretzels]

The pun, naturally, earned an:
incorrigible.

(How that of all words managed to be spelled correctly was a mystery for the ages.)

[hasaknightjob]

Perhaps because Steven earned it so often?

Regardless, it wasn't too long later that Steven appeared at Llewellyn's office door with a cardboard drinks tray in one hand and a paper sack from The Perk in another. "Hello, you."

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“Hello, you,” Watts replied, beaming back at Steven.

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Steven came in and closed the office door behind him with his foot. "I thought I'd come by and treat you for your first day commuting from our new home."

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“As consolation for my now much-longer walk?” Watts mused, standing up and walking over to take the drinks out of Steven’s hands and place them on his desk. In order to facilitate a proper greeting, of course.

[hasaknightjob]

"And to prove not even a longer walk will keep me from you," Steven said. He put the bag down as well so he had both hands free to wrap around Llewellyn's waist. "Far too fond of you, you see."

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“Mmm, just what I like to hear,” Watts said, pulling him in for a kiss.

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Steven kissed him back happily. "See? Imagine going still more hours without that."

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“I don’t care to,” Watts declared. “Not at all.”

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"Luckily I've saved you from such a horrible fate," Steven said. "And myself. Works out pretty well, actually. I brought mocha and muffins by the way."

Because Steven wasn't going to stop by and not include snacks.

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“I do love you so.” Which was true even without the snacks.

[hasaknightjob]

Even if that wasn't new information, Steven still felt warm inside every time Llewellyn said it. "I love you too. Shall I serve? It's apple cinnamon and chocolate chip. One of each, I mean."

It perhaps went without saying these would be cut in half for them to share.

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“Please,” Watts said, pulling out Steven’s usual chair so he could take a seat.

Why have only one kind of muffin when you could share two? It just made logical sense, really.

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"So gallant," Steven said, smiling up at Llewellyn as he sat in the offered chair.

Steven then set about taking out the muffins and cutting them in two. It was highly possible these were not exactly even cuts and that Llewellyn got the larger of the pieces both times.