Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

There was a large pile of random junk in the middle of the station again. Single socks, remote controls, loose keys, mugs, basically those inconsequential random things that go missing on a regular basis.

"Let me guess," Watts said. "Recycling Amnesty Day again?"

"Oh, no," Calvin shook his head. "This is the work of... The Masked Raccoon. Ralph's already making calls for people to come get their stuff."

The Trooper Station is open, come on in and pick up that Key That May Or May Not Actually Open Something, the good spoon, or whatever it is you've been looking for the last few days but haven't had any luck in finding.

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[hasaknightjob]

"Be acting as well," Steven said, feeling a bit bold today. "Not just thinking. Doing."

[pocketpretzels]

"Is that so?" Watts asked, eyebrow raised. "Care to share an example?"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven did not feel so bold that he could share it in normal conversation, even with Llewellyn's office door closed. So instead Steven leaned over and whispered a suggestion into Llewellyn's ear.

[pocketpretzels]

"Oh, yes," Watts said emphatically. "Absolutely. More than once, if you'd care to."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven couldn't help a giggle. "Well, we do have an entire weekend."

[pocketpretzels]

"We do," Watts affirmed, and now he was the one reaching out to needlessly fix Steven's shirt collar. "And I think we shall keep each other very busy indeed."

[hasaknightjob]

"You know you're welcome to - er - try that suggestion as well," Steven said, shy once more. "If you like."

[pocketpretzels]

"Mmm, this weekend is very much about us taking good care of each other, so yes. I think I shall."

[hasaknightjob]

"I look forward to your take on it," Steven said. He reached down for Llewellyn's hand. "Especially since you're learning to be so clever with your fingers."

[pocketpretzels]

And that just made the playful expression on Watts's face shift into something more of a smirk, because, well.

Conversation wasn't the only reason he'd stopped by Irene's shop the other day.

[hasaknightjob]

"With the piano," Steven explained in case the joke hadn't been clear. He didn't know about Llewellyn's thoughts.

[pocketpretzels]

"Hmmm?" Don't mind your beau, Steven, he'd just gotten mightily distracted by the images those thoughts brought to mind. "Oh. Yes. Of course."

[hasaknightjob]

"Because you play, you see," Steven said, still used to how he had to explain jokes sometimes. He mimed playing piano in the air in front of him. "So your fingers are more clever. Which you could then use for other activities, you see. Perhaps this weekend."

[pocketpretzels]

"Ah, yes," Watts nodded. "I do believe I grasp your meaning now." He grinned at Steven. "And I promise I shall put my fingers to work for you." A beat. "And any other part of me you should desire."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven giggled at the word play. Then he smiled shyly. "I could think of a few things. Parts. Of yours."

[pocketpretzels]

"Every inch of me is yours," Watts reminded him.

[hasaknightjob]

"I look forward to that as well," Steven said, giving him a warm look.