Thursday February 14th 2008
Who: Garret and Lloyd
What: The Perfect Valentine's Day
Where: Garret's Apartment
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: NSFW
Today had gone perfectly. Of course Lloyd had eventually realized what was going on, what with people taking him out of his office at steady intervals throughout the day, but it didn't matter. The demon seemed completely pleased with everything, and he had no idea how great his day was going to end. Checking the clock, Garret winced- Lloyd was going to be here in less then ten minutes and he wasn't done cooking yet. It was messy and his kitchen looked like a hurricane had hit. He'd hoped to clean a little before Lloyd got here, if only to avoid that horrified look on his face he got whenever he set foot in Garret's kitchen after he'd tried cooking anything. He didn't want Lloyd to feel compulsed to clean up, which he would, the urge nagging him throughout the entire evening. Hopefully the demon would run a bit late. Unlikely, but hope springs eternal.
By the time Lloyd knocked on the door, Garret had managed to toss his dirty pots and pans into the sink (covering them with a towel because, well, there were a lot of them) and wiped down the countertops. Dinner was still in the oven but the apartment smelled fantastic. That was a good sign, wasn't it? That and the fire alarm hadn't gone off yet. The pathfinder answered the door, wearing nothing but an apron, bikini briefs and a smile. "Hey there, handsome," he grinned. "Get in here."
( Lloyd Harris... will you marry me? )
What: The Perfect Valentine's Day
Where: Garret's Apartment
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: NSFW
Today had gone perfectly. Of course Lloyd had eventually realized what was going on, what with people taking him out of his office at steady intervals throughout the day, but it didn't matter. The demon seemed completely pleased with everything, and he had no idea how great his day was going to end. Checking the clock, Garret winced- Lloyd was going to be here in less then ten minutes and he wasn't done cooking yet. It was messy and his kitchen looked like a hurricane had hit. He'd hoped to clean a little before Lloyd got here, if only to avoid that horrified look on his face he got whenever he set foot in Garret's kitchen after he'd tried cooking anything. He didn't want Lloyd to feel compulsed to clean up, which he would, the urge nagging him throughout the entire evening. Hopefully the demon would run a bit late. Unlikely, but hope springs eternal.
By the time Lloyd knocked on the door, Garret had managed to toss his dirty pots and pans into the sink (covering them with a towel because, well, there were a lot of them) and wiped down the countertops. Dinner was still in the oven but the apartment smelled fantastic. That was a good sign, wasn't it? That and the fire alarm hadn't gone off yet. The pathfinder answered the door, wearing nothing but an apron, bikini briefs and a smile. "Hey there, handsome," he grinned. "Get in here."
( Lloyd Harris... will you marry me? )