|Henry McCoy (mccoysluck) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-02-29 13:15:00
|Entry tags:||anya lehnsherr, henry mccoy|
Who: Hank McCoy and Anya Lensherr
What: Leap Day Dinner
When: Friday Night
Where: Hank's house
Hank was nervous all week as he worked and then came home and cleaned, finding his mind occupied with Anya almost ever free moment. She entranced his senses and made him grin goofily at moments when there was nothing to grin about. She made him feel... incredible.
His house? That was another matter. Hank was a man who sadly often emulated the Absentminded Professor of lore and idea, and had a house as disorganized as his lab was organized, which was to say extremely so. But he cleaned, and he ordered, and he swept, and vacuumed and when the coast was clear, he had revealed his house again. The walk in closet and the spare bedroom were full of things he had no other space for, but the rest of the house was spotless, and ready.
He was also ready, in tuxedo, with flowers, and awaiting her arrival, dinner cooking as he waited.
And very nervous indeed...