Millard Fillmore Campfire: Afternoon

[sonofmogh]

After leaving etiquette class, Worf felt... different.

The rain of glitter didn't even bother him any more. He felt good. Really good. In fact the day seemed very nice indeed.

It made him smile which... well coming from Worf is a little scary

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[lovemykilt]

After his shift at the diner, Priestly jogged back to the cabins, mindful of the glitter puddles.

He slowed down when he saw Worf hanging around outside.

He slowed down even further when he noticed there was something . . . off . . . about the way Worf was acting.

". . . the hell?"

[sonofmogh]

"Good Afternoon Priestly," Worf said cheerfully tossing the glitter in the air to watch it sparkle. "How are you today?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly flinched back, expecting the glitter to be thrown at him.

"Uh. Are you on drugs?"

[sonofmogh]

Worf let out a chuckle. "Not at all," he said with his deep voice reverberating in amusement. "Why would you think that?"

[anarchist_queen]

"You got that right!" Leda agreed, walking a weaving sort of path, holding a bottle of what looked like milk in one hand.

She'd gotten a "care package" from Crystaviel today.