Room 322, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders had hoped for a clear day so he and Nathan could have one last picnic before the end of the year, but it was too cold and wet to be outside. (For him, anyhow. Probably not for Nathan.) He tried to make up for it by opening the windows as far as he could without letting rain in and unplugging everything electric on his side of the room.

The nice thing was the blasted carols had stopped, so his room was quiet.

He laid out an array of Mexican food -- probably more than they could eat, but he'd gotten overwhelmed by the menu and decided one of everything was the wisest course. And then he waited and tried to keep Lachlan out of the guacamole.

[OOC: For the boy, please.]

Comments

[not_every_mage]

"I'm a regular genius," Anders said wryly, and wrapped both arms around Nathan. "And I'm not letting you go yet, so that works."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Good," Nathan said, shifting a bit and getting his own arms around Anders. Because he hadn't done any touching in the last few minutes. "Don't let me go."

[not_every_mage]

Anders sighed in surprised pleasure at the contact, and kissed Nathan's temple. "No. I can't even think of anything sarcastic to say right now, just ... no. I won't."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"There's plenty of time for your sarcasm," he assured Anders with a laugh. He gave Anders a squeeze. "Plenty of time for you to make up for not saying it now."

[not_every_mage]

Anders snorted. "I'll be extra-clever next time we aren't cuddling."

Which might be a while, given he was making no moves whatsoever to disentangle himself.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"And I'll know to expect that," he said because he wasn't letting go of Anders either which meant...well, it meant that they were going to stay close for awhile. "I'll be sarcasm prepared."

Somehow.