Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

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 giggled, as he was very proud of himself for that one. Especially since Llewellyn had liked it. "Then we'll get saucy?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Absolutely, utterly incorrigible,” Watts muttered, still laughing as he pulled Steven close for a kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven kissed him back happily. "Incorrigible, and yours."

[pocketpretzels]

“Mmm, indeed,” Watts affirmed. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

[hasaknightjob]

"Not in the past minute at least," Steven said.

Grave crime, that. Good thing they were in the Trooper Station.

[pocketpretzels]

“Allow me to rectify that, then, as I do love you so, Steven Grant. Every inch of you, ridiculous puns and all.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven blushed, pleased. "I love you as well, Llewellyn Watts. Including how you appreciate my jokes."