[ Molly watches for as long as he can and then closes the door behind him. Shit, he's got it bad, doesn't he? Wandering over to his room again, he looks at the bouquets and the vases before stretching a little bit, rolling his shoulders. Showtime.
It takes about a day of shooting, fixing, editing and more, especially since he has to adjust things and then lay back only to have to adjust it again. Molly's fine when Yasha's away, but it's so much easier when she can give a hand... at least while he still has clothes on.
In the end, he only breaks one stalk on the flowers, which is perfect since he's going to put them in Yasha's room. Just one flower missing still means a lot of pretty ones for her to enjoy.
Changing and folding up his sheet, he moves his lights and the vases - shit, he would have to get those back to Fj... the shop. Oh well. For now, he's going to sink into the bed and roll up with all his pillows. He was going to sleep, but the thoughts of Fjord returns, and... well.
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It takes about a day of shooting, fixing, editing and more, especially since he has to adjust things and then lay back only to have to adjust it again. Molly's fine when Yasha's away, but it's so much easier when she can give a hand... at least while he still has clothes on.
In the end, he only breaks one stalk on the flowers, which is perfect since he's going to put them in Yasha's room. Just one flower missing still means a lot of pretty ones for her to enjoy.
Changing and folding up his sheet, he moves his lights and the vases - shit, he would have to get those back to Fj... the shop. Oh well. For now, he's going to sink into the bed and roll up with all his pillows. He was going to sleep, but the thoughts of Fjord returns, and... well.
Sometimes you just have to be naughty. ]