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There are flowers on the counter, splayed across the wood like a hand of playing cards. Vibrant yellows, softer pinks, an accented white bloom. Roses, all of them. A little something. A six pack of microbrew, magically capable of sorting itself into the Man of the House's favorite, is set beside. These are, perhaps, tired offerings but he is a man of routine.

A maid goes giggling from his room. Her clothes hanging on her, torn in places and simply undone in others. She wears a blush from cheeks to collarbone, eyes dusky. There's no movement from within. He's been mostly out.

Not having the cast, mind you, is the big reason. It didn't take much of his mobility to return for him to make the most of it.

This is his first Veteran's Day as a member of the services. He's proud but strangely disconnected. It doesn't feel like he's earned the appreciation, yet. It motivates him to get to a point where he can wear it with his typical comfort.
 
Her morning had gotten a late start, but with coffee in hand, she headed for the stairs that would take her below into the the entertainment room. A giggling mass of hair on two feet was caught from the corner of her eyes. She paused and shook her head. It only meant one thing. Ice had summoned one to his room and bountiful play time had occurred. She made a mental note to order more uniforms.

At the bottom of the stairs, she noted two things; Ice wasn't in residence, which she didn't expect since it was the weekend and the flowers. The latter made her smile, as usual. Moving behind the bar, she took a sip of coffee and set the the cup down on the bar top as she admired the floral display before turning to fetch a vase.

She never tired of his offerings. It was his way. She appreciated that. They may not have passed each other recently, but the flowers let her know. Returning with the vase, she spent some time arranging them before she took them and her coffee back upstairs to the study where she set them on her desk.

M was out and about and she threw a glance at her desktop computer and sat down in her chair with a sigh. Back to reloading the new hard drive. It was a good thing she had an external hard drive for back-up. But it was the little unimportant things that annoyed her. She couldn't get back links she had saved or avs she had created. It was just going to take time to collect more, unfortunately. Retrieval from her old hard drive had proved fruitless.

Her old hard drive had held 700 gigs. At least she had opted for a new one that was double that size. She had barely started filling the old one. This new one, she wouldn't have to worry about ever filling.

She supposed, sometimes, size did matter.
 
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DarkWarrioress said:
*rolls her eyes* That's what he always says. Trying to act like an over baked, twice baked, potato. Nuh-uh. Doesn't work.
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That made, that very one, can be seen slipping from his room. She's all smiles, blushes, skittering steps. A ruined top in one hand. A robe wraps her softly-curved form.

His door closes.
 
 
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