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April/May Log dump

Who: Llewellyn Watts and assorted (So far just Rhy)
When: Through the end of April/Month of May
Where: Probably several locations
What: April/May Logs
Warnings: Will update if any come up!
Note: I’m open to anything you might want to do! I’d love to get some cr going if we don’t have any.

Drop me a line on Discord at: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or over at whimsicalspook And we can talk about getting a starter set up! If you have an idea and want to throw a starter at me, you’re welcome to do that too <3 I don’t bite! All starters will be in the comments as they’re written! Open Logs found: Here at the wedding mingle

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Pretzel cast his droopy eyes up at Rhy when the man made a noise, surely he’s not that heavy yet, Father...! So rude... Luckily he’s a gracious canine and he could forgive that with a little nuzzle before he settled his head on Rhy’s lap.

Huffing out a little chuckle at the dog’s dramatics, he smiled and crossed the room to lean on the arm of the sofa next to Rhy. “I’m glad you approve, it’s rather what I was going for. No reason why we shouldn’t have a little comfort while we’re being productive, right?” He looked to his blackboard (blank currently) and hummed a little, “I have a few things left I’d like to do... But the list is getting smaller— that said, I wouldn’t mind hearing if you have any ideas for additions to the office?”

With Pretzel settled Rhy shifts to pull his legs onto the couch, curling them around the dog.

"My comfort is you, dear. But perhaps we can add a microwave?"

Now that was just the coziest sight, and Llewellyn couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his face at the two... He almost missed what Rhy said, too distracted for a moment.

He did finally snap out of it though, “Ah— you know I hadn’t thought of that... It would make eating here more convenient.” He stopped leaning on the arm of the sofa to cross the office to where the coffeemaker was settled on a table near the wall. That had been his first and only appliance purchased for the office, “Probably fit... right here?” He commented, pushing the coffeemaker to the right slightly and glancing back to Rhy.

“I was thinking perhaps finally getting some plants as we discussed.”

Coffee. Yes he was glad that machine was here.

“Perhaps a table for us to dine at? And speaking of, food, dear. We should eat. Fuel the fires of cleaning.”

Coffee makers were truly the greatest of modern day improvements in Llewellyn’s opinion, which was why he’d purchased one as soon as he secured the office space.

“Oh... You know, I hadn’t thought of that...” He moved around the room a little, spreading an arm out as he visualized where one might just fit. “Might be good for having a meeting as well, should something happen and more than one of us need to gather...”

The suggestion gets his attention easily enough though, and he snapped out of his thoughts once the idea sank in. Breakfast had been a while ago now... “I suppose I have rather been at this a while, and someone did eat half my breakfast.” He added with a humorous glance cast in Pretzel’s direction.

Not that tea wasn't truly lovely, but he did like the idea of coffee anyway. And especially some of the tasty, flavored ones.

"It could also be used for you to spread out your papers, if you need to think bigger."

But he chuckles over the breakfast comment.

"Pretzel definitely didn't believe he'd already had breakfast. He insisted."

Llewellyn didn’t mind tea either, of course, though admittedly he preferred it when Rhy made it... He wasn’t very good at making it himself. So his go to, whether he should drink it as much as he did or not, was usually the coffee maker.

But he smiled at the suggestion, “You know me well, dear. Or uh— at least you know my penchant for getting carried away with my notes when I’m in a particular frame of mind.” And he appreciated that, Llewellyn was used to being side-eyed or questioned on his rather chaotic process.

Moving back over to the sofa, he crouched in front of it to give the dog a good little head scratch. “I’m sure he didn’t, he’s far too good at looking woebegone and innocent when he wants to be. You’re a little scoundrel, aren’t you?” The dog gave a rather unimpressed sigh before turning his big sad eyes to Rhy. “But we’ll get something we all can share, hm? Lunch at the market would give us a chance to see if anything else we need for the office sticks out.”

"Well," Rhy answered, gesturing to the bags he had brought with him and so easily forgotten in the change of the space. "I brought curry for today. It was so wonderfully scented today that I could not resist. If that would not suit, I also brought a beef and cheese sandwich."

Llewellyn’s gaze shifted to the bags. He’d somehow missed that were more than just Rhy’s sewing work or papers from the council. Went to show how focused he’d been on his other task, it seemed.

“Curry and sandwiches...? You’re so kind, my love.” He felt his smile grow at that. Feeling more than a little fond over the thoughtful gesture from his husband.

“The curry sounds delicious though, I’ve become rather partial to it the last few months so I believe that will make an excellent lunch for the two of us.” He moved to pick up a few books off an end table to make due until he could get them a proper table to sit at. “As for Pretzel, I have some of his food in the cabinet by the closet.”

"I am always kind to you," Rhy offers with a grin, rising from the couch. Sorry Pretzel, it's food time.

"Where can I fetch appropriate chairs from?"

“You are, and I’m always grateful for it.” He responded, moving to the aforementioned cupboard next to get something for Pretzel.

The dog didn’t mind that it was food time, of course, hopping off the sofa and landing with a thud before he followed Rhy. People food was always more interesting than dog kibble.

Chairs... Llewellyn paused to look around the office thoughtfully. Cleaning had been a good start, but there really were things left to do. “Oh! That’s another thing for the list, I guess. Something to go with a table... For now uh— I would say the two chairs in front of my desk should suffice?” They were generally meant for clients, but they were light enough to be moved around as needed.

"Alright then," Rhy agreed, moving to grab one and carry it to the table. Once it's settled he does the other.

"We should get dishes too."

Once Pretzel had a bowl full of kibble (though he made short work of it), Llewellyn helped Rhy get the food out and situated on the little end table with a curious look. Once the lids were off the smell was distracting enough that he almost missed the next suggestion.

He does though, a small grin on his face a moment later. “You know, I hadn’t thought of that either. You’re right, though, I fear I’ve gotten too used to eating out of the takeout boxes. We should find something in a nice pattern? Perhaps some new drinkware as well...”

"Look at us, being domestic," Rhy laughs. "You know, I'm not... Like this at home. I never had a chance."

Llewellyn sat down, chuckling a little at that. It’s... honestly wonderful to think of it that way. Domestic. Them. “I confess... I’m not either. Never really had the chance to be either, probably never would have.” Pushing the curry closer to Rhy, he gestured a little for the man to take his share. “I suppose we can both consider ourselves lucky for this...? That we have the chance now.”

A chance. They definitely have a chance. And it's a thing he likes too.

"You make me feel like a person. Just like a person."

Llewellyn’s gaze softened a bit... He’d never been any more than he was, though he often tried to be more. To seem like more for the world to justify his presence and place in it. Rhy on the other hand certainly had the pressures of a country resting on his shoulders, even as a prince there likely had been expectations.

Sure, he hadn’t wanted for much in the sense of having a roof over his head or clothing or food... But that didn’t necessarily mean it was always easy. Didn’t mean one’s sense of self could be lost among the Royal expectations. “I’m glad I can do that for you. I’ve grown very fond of the person that you are...” He added, hand reaching across the table lightly to squeeze the other’s before he pulled his own food closer.

"I think I have become fond of the person that I am," Rhy answered.

He knew that he'd spent so much of his life living up to the other expectations, being who they wanted, that he hadn't found himself. Not until he came here. And Llewellyn had done a lot of that for him. He loved it.

"You give me the strength to continue finding that man."

“And I look forward to continuing to see those undiscovered sides of you, dear.”

He hummed a little, “And... Well, it should be noted that you’ve helped me as well.” And Llewellyn doesn’t just mean with accepting himself, or learning specific things... “You’ve reminded me that it’s not always bad to hope, or to take chances for happiness. More than simply indulging and trying to make up for the lack in my life before.” Rhy’s presence had gone a long way for starting to heal over the wounds in his heart from past hardships that had held him back from much.

Really, had he? Well he was glad to hear it. Really glad. For now he just smiled at the other as widely as he could. This was good. Very good.

"Then I guess we make a better man together."

He had, and Llewellyn truly was a better man for it... “A better man together... Yes, I uh— I think that sounds about right.” He responded with a nod.

“And now we have food, and a game plan! We’ll see what we can get up to after lunch.” He added with a little gesture around the room, still a little surprised at himself for how neat he’d managed to get the place.

House work? He's expected to clean this place?

Okay.

"Sounds like a plan, love. Come on, sit and eat first."

Don’t be silly, Rhy. Llewellyn means other things, he’s gotten enough cleaning done for today. If he cleans much more, he might not remember where he put some of his notes. Next time, however, it’s hard to say.

“Of course, I’m rather hungry to be honest...” And he was usually honest, and usually hungry. “Lunch first, then other things... Maybe dessert between.” He added with a lighter smile.

"Dessert? I didn't think to purchase any of that," he mused, frowning. He should have bought some of those cupcake things.

Llewellyn shook his head a little, “That’s quite alright, I actually was thinking I could treat you to dessert for bringing me lunch. Maybe get Pretzel a walk while we’re at it?” He responded, offering a small smile as he worked his way through his own portion of lunch.

"That sounds glorious, beloved," Rhy agreed, smiling softly at him

Leaning back in his seat, he returned the expression. “Then I believe we have our afternoon plan.” And that in itself was nice, just to make plans with his husband for an afternoon stroll and a treat... This really was going to be a lovely setup, sharing the office like this.

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May be time to ftb?