Trooper Station, Friday

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The Station was eerily empty today, due to a deluge of calls regarding the garden gnomes and thefts, so all of the Troopers were out investigating (and secretly hoping to be the one to catch the gnomes in the act).

There was a part of Watts that kind of envied them, as he remained behind at the Station to take care of manning the phones and the like.

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Come noon there was a Steven, with a very insulated lunch bag. He looked to be sure he wasn't interrupting Llewellyn on the phone before saying hello.

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Watts was not in fact on the phone when Steven arrived, so when he heard someone approach the doorway he looked up, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw who it was. "Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Steven replied with an answering smile. He came in, closing the door behind him. "How are you?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Pleased to see you," Watts informed him.

[hasaknightjob]

"Pleased to be seen," Steven replied. He came in so he could put the bag down on Llewellyn's desk, then move to give Llewellyn a kiss hello.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts pulled him in close as soon as he was within arms reach, responding to that kiss with great enthusiasm.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven happily snuggled in to Llewellyn's arms as he kissed him back. In no rush to stop, since it had been hours upon hours since they'd last seen one another.

[pocketpretzels]

So long! Hence the "Missed you..." Watts breathed against Steven's lips.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven nuzzled Llewellyn's cheek. "Missed you too."

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"How was your morning?" Watts asked, as he turned to try and pull Steven's chair out for him while also not letting go.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven gave a soft chuckle at the maneuvering Llewellyn was attempting to do on his behalf. "Warm. Savory? House smells wonderful if I do say so myself."

[pocketpretzels]

"I am envious," Watts sighed. "Though I suppose soon enough I shall get to see the fruits of your labour, and smell them as well."

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"The vegetables of my labor," Steven said, looking proud of himself.

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"Scoundrel," Watts scoffed, but there was no mistaking the fondness in his expression as he said it.

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"I was rather proud of that," Steven said, in case his expression hadn't made that clear. He then unpacked their lunch, which had been carefully wrapped up to keep warm on the way over.

"And this."