Monday Night: 42 Unicorn
Dec. 9th, 2024 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mylandmyrulesToday was definitely a fried chicken kind of day, and Nell was pretty good at that if she did say so herself. That meant she had to make mashed potatoes and biscuits and gravy and zucchini fritters with cheese. Obviously.
There was more than enough to feed herself and Gladio as well as anyone else who might happen to stop by.
She had some quiet non-holiday music on as she fiddled around with all the last minute things, occasionally slipping a tiny bit of something to the cats - and a larger bit of something to Gladio, should he wander into the kitchen.
[There's more than enough should anyone randomly smell the fried chicken and invite themselves over.]
There was more than enough to feed herself and Gladio as well as anyone else who might happen to stop by.
She had some quiet non-holiday music on as she fiddled around with all the last minute things, occasionally slipping a tiny bit of something to the cats - and a larger bit of something to Gladio, should he wander into the kitchen.
[There's more than enough should anyone randomly smell the fried chicken and invite themselves over.]
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Date: December 9th, 2024 11:20 pm (UTC)But that was not anywhere near the forefront of Nell's mind either. Everything was Gladio. His hands, the heat of him, his mouth...
Was he wearing a shirt? Well, if he had been, he wouldn't be for long. She needed her hands on his skin, needed to feel him against her. Her top needed to come off. Now.