Coffee (Teatime/Nny, likely NSFW)
Teatime woke up with a craving for coffee. He couldn't for the life of him put a finger on why, but the want was there.
He shrugged it off and dressed. There were more pressing matters to attend to, this day. His neck was healing nicely, and Nny had mentioned in not-so-subtle ways that he was eager to get started on more patterns. Not that Teatime minded, of course.
He dressed, checked his healing, lovely scars in the mirror, and left his room, sauntering off to the dungeon and Nny.
He shrugged it off and dressed. There were more pressing matters to attend to, this day. His neck was healing nicely, and Nny had mentioned in not-so-subtle ways that he was eager to get started on more patterns. Not that Teatime minded, of course.
He dressed, checked his healing, lovely scars in the mirror, and left his room, sauntering off to the dungeon and Nny.