The Park - Sunday Afternoon
After enjoying a delightful lie in followed by a wonderful breakfast in bed as prepared by the bestest mate in all the world, Wilson and Phale had bundled up and with a kiss at the edge of the Park they had both headed off on seperate errands. Wilson headed down to the bench to wait for Marie, while Phale headed down in to town.
Settling down on the bench, Wilson leaned back and watched the winter sunlight as it danced across the pond, a goofy little smile on his face as he might have issued a small burp; a lingering after effect of breakfast.
[ooc: Open as a park tends to be!]
Settling down on the bench, Wilson leaned back and watched the winter sunlight as it danced across the pond, a goofy little smile on his face as he might have issued a small burp; a lingering after effect of breakfast.
[ooc: Open as a park tends to be!]