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tampered2007-12-27 10:34 pm
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Log; ongoing
When; Evening, December 27th
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Christopher Styles![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
under_secretary and Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharp
Summary; Styles seeks distraction!
Log;
December twenty-seventh.
It was a day where most people were working off their hangovers, preparing for the new year, sleeping, or whatever most people did. Return to work.
Styles was sitting in front of Brocklehurst's sleeping form, a ring box in his pocket, his tea in one hand and an open book in the other. He was reading while Nicholas slept on the couch, but he wasn't really absorbing anything he read. Instead, he was thinking about that stubborn frown at the corner of Nicholas' mouth that had started in the morning, and how to get rid of it.
He set the book down, set his tea down, stood up and pressed a kiss against Brocklehurst's temple. "Get up, dinner," he said, heading toward the kitchen. He had made vindaloo curry (admittedly, he had help - a lot of help) because he knew that Brocklehurst loved it, and picked up samosas and naan from the local Indian restaurant.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Christopher Styles
under_secretary and Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharpSummary; Styles seeks distraction!
Log;
December twenty-seventh.
It was a day where most people were working off their hangovers, preparing for the new year, sleeping, or whatever most people did. Return to work.
Styles was sitting in front of Brocklehurst's sleeping form, a ring box in his pocket, his tea in one hand and an open book in the other. He was reading while Nicholas slept on the couch, but he wasn't really absorbing anything he read. Instead, he was thinking about that stubborn frown at the corner of Nicholas' mouth that had started in the morning, and how to get rid of it.
He set the book down, set his tea down, stood up and pressed a kiss against Brocklehurst's temple. "Get up, dinner," he said, heading toward the kitchen. He had made vindaloo curry (admittedly, he had help - a lot of help) because he knew that Brocklehurst loved it, and picked up samosas and naan from the local Indian restaurant.