Fandom Museum, Sunday December 28

[apologizeswithpie]

The trip home had been refreshing. And exhausting. When he lived there he could space out socializing, but he'd had to cram all the visits and hang outs and get-togethers into one week and as much as he loved Bel, Lily, Sharkie, his mother and sister, Lucifer and even Asmodeus it had all been a lot.

So after a meeting with Lucifer and the other head deities, determining that a continuing presence here in Fandom would be useful, it had been a bit of a relief to get back to his quiet townhouse.

Even if the cold was uncomfortable.

Maybe some time in the butterfly room would do him good.

[The Museum be open]

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[pocketpretzels]

Watts was a regular visitor to the museum, albeit typically not on Sundays. But he'd been meaning to stop by and meet Steven's coworker for some time now, so- here he was.

"Afternoon," he greeted as he stepped inside. "Mr. Gregorith, I presume?" Steven had pointed him out at the Halloween party, and his profile was, let's just say, recognizable, so Watts was fairly certain in his presumption. Still, one never knew.