16 Unicorn, Sunday afternoon
John had been holed up at the desk most of the weekend. The bulletin board covered in yellow post-its in his office had developed a double and the pile of books on the desk was getting rather high.
He was so focused he didn't notice Grace had toddled her way into the room until she tugged on his pantleg. And even then he only smiled and picked her up, settling her on his lap before going back to scouring the old books Bobby had leant him.
[ooc: for the hot wife]
He was so focused he didn't notice Grace had toddled her way into the room until she tugged on his pantleg. And even then he only smiled and picked her up, settling her on his lap before going back to scouring the old books Bobby had leant him.
[ooc: for the hot wife]