Who: Fletcher & Pansy What: A conversation with some salve When: Monday Evening Where: Pansy's flat Warnings: Mentions of sexytime? Status: Incomplete
Fletcher made his way to Pansy's flat once work was out. He even brought food with him just in case. Food was always appreciated. If she didn't want any, he'd just eat more of it. It wasn't like he didn't get enough exercise to keep it off. He knocked to be polite before just apparating in. "I'm not interrupting you, am I?" He looked around for a bit, listening quietly. It didn't sound like anything was happening. Sounded fairly quiet.
"I brought food with me, and I may have to burn this shirt." He let out a low hiss as his clothes moved over the marks on his back. He was going to have to be careful about that. "Careful with the hugs."