The Park - Tuesday Morning
Wilson was not brooding being melancholy. He was just taking the time to committ every last moment of the past weekend, when Marie called him Daddy to memory so that he might never risk forgetting it.
He was also out feeding the ducks. They all seemed a bit rough around the tail feathers after a weekend of weetinies running around and seemed like they could use the pampering. It didn't hurt that it was a beautiful morning.
So a certain doctor was out on the bench, with a sack of old scones and a mug of tea, feeding ducks.
[ooc: Wilson's thread is locked to thems who knows who they are, otherwise the park is free and open for your park like needs.]
He was also out feeding the ducks. They all seemed a bit rough around the tail feathers after a weekend of weetinies running around and seemed like they could use the pampering. It didn't hurt that it was a beautiful morning.
So a certain doctor was out on the bench, with a sack of old scones and a mug of tea, feeding ducks.
[ooc: Wilson's thread is locked to thems who knows who they are, otherwise the park is free and open for your park like needs.]