Watcher Three
Broken Replica
Watcher woke up to find himself wrapped in a familiar pair of arms, and cuddling an equally familiar lekku-adorned head to his chest. He assumed they'd both been to tired to do anything last night, because they were both still wearing their pants. That by itself seemed odd. Maybe running around and shooting anything that bared its teeth was wearing him down a little.
Out the window of his apartment in Typhoon Manor, he could hear birds. That meant it was probably morning already. There were things to do... but they weren't particularly urgent. Maybe he and Dusty could stay in bed for an hour or two more. Or maybe relax the whole day. The thought appealed to him, so he slipped an arm around her waist and slid the big pillow back under their heads before closing his eyes again.
What a nice day.
[member='stardust'] [member='Kaster Sane']
Out the window of his apartment in Typhoon Manor, he could hear birds. That meant it was probably morning already. There were things to do... but they weren't particularly urgent. Maybe he and Dusty could stay in bed for an hour or two more. Or maybe relax the whole day. The thought appealed to him, so he slipped an arm around her waist and slid the big pillow back under their heads before closing his eyes again.
What a nice day.
[member='stardust'] [member='Kaster Sane']
