I’m definitely making the attempt, but I also can’t make anymore promises today. That seems like a bad idea at this point.
[Because he’d already been panicking all day, and his brain was hard-wired to assume that the chances of this going well was actually rather low.
The next day came quickly, especially given how distracted from the clocks Watts got while cleaning the apartment. It wasn’t dirty, he wasn’t exactly a slob, but the clutter and his files had gotten a bit away from him again. So the greater part of his evening had been spent sorting and organizing stacks of paper back into their appropriate folders and envelopes, tucked away in the portion of the apartment with his work station where the unfortunate subjects would be well out of the way for a day.
By the time Esther had arrived the next afternoon, the place was actually looking (dare he think it) fairly tidy and organized. There were counters and tables, as opposed to weird mounds of paper, stacks of books and crime-scene photos! Llewellyn had even taken extra care in the kitchen, making sure it was set up for actually using it as it was intended (miracle of miracles!) to be. The fridge finally had room for something other than takeout, which he had found, had been one of the harder tasks to accomplish prior evening.
When his phone buzzed off it’s tell-tale ringtone to notify him that Esther had arrived, and that his time was officially up, he dropped the pillow he’d been fussing with back on the sofa and hurried over to buzz his friend in.]
The doors should be open!
[Llewellyn was waiting at the door to his apartment, holding up the door frame and propping the door open with an elbow as he waited to help her in with the bags. Needless to say, he was definitely a little more distracted than usual. The attempt to not panic had been made, and it hadn’t gone too badly for a while, but the closer they got... well, the closer he got to looking for a fire-escape out of this possible disaster waiting to happen. It hadn’t helped that Jack had texted him earlier to double check that they were meeting and that dinner was still on, because he was looking forward to it. Someone was looking forward to both spending time with him, and eating a meal he’d cooked.
Help him, Esther, you’re his only hope.
Pretzel had taken to fussing with the pillow from before in his own way, namely jumping on it and trying to tunnel through it till it was satisfactorily comfortable to use as a bed again. Of course, the minute Hades arrived, he forgot entirely and made a mad dash to jump off the couch to get to the door to greet their guests.]
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TFLN December 16th, 2019 Cont.
Date: 2019-12-25 03:45 pm (UTC)[Because he’d already been panicking all day, and his brain was hard-wired to assume that the chances of this going well was actually rather low.
The next day came quickly, especially given how distracted from the clocks Watts got while cleaning the apartment. It wasn’t dirty, he wasn’t exactly a slob, but the clutter and his files had gotten a bit away from him again. So the greater part of his evening had been spent sorting and organizing stacks of paper back into their appropriate folders and envelopes, tucked away in the portion of the apartment with his work station where the unfortunate subjects would be well out of the way for a day.
By the time Esther had arrived the next afternoon, the place was actually looking (dare he think it) fairly tidy and organized. There were counters and tables, as opposed to weird mounds of paper, stacks of books and crime-scene photos! Llewellyn had even taken extra care in the kitchen, making sure it was set up for actually using it as it was intended (miracle of miracles!) to be. The fridge finally had room for something other than takeout, which he had found, had been one of the harder tasks to accomplish prior evening.
When his phone buzzed off it’s tell-tale ringtone to notify him that Esther had arrived, and that his time was officially up, he dropped the pillow he’d been fussing with back on the sofa and hurried over to buzz his friend in.]
The doors should be open!
[Llewellyn was waiting at the door to his apartment, holding up the door frame and propping the door open with an elbow as he waited to help her in with the bags. Needless to say, he was definitely a little more distracted than usual. The attempt to not panic had been made, and it hadn’t gone too badly for a while, but the closer they got... well, the closer he got to looking for a fire-escape out of this possible disaster waiting to happen. It hadn’t helped that Jack had texted him earlier to double check that they were meeting and that dinner was still on, because he was looking forward to it. Someone was looking forward to both spending time with him, and eating a meal he’d cooked.
Help him, Esther, you’re his only hope.
Pretzel had taken to fussing with the pillow from before in his own way, namely jumping on it and trying to tunnel through it till it was satisfactorily comfortable to use as a bed again. Of course, the minute Hades arrived, he forgot entirely and made a mad dash to jump off the couch to get to the door to greet their guests.]