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dr_robchase) wrote2007-07-27 03:41 pm
dr_robchase) wrote2007-07-27 03:41 pm
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[For Gwen] - Sunday Morning
He'd tugged a lot of things along with him that Sunday morning. After booting the Doctor out of the room with a playful foot to his behind, he'd gotten Gwen, the cookies, muffins, and some crossword puzzles from Sarah Jane before settling in for the morning, locking the door for privacy and keeping the little terrace door open.
It was lazy, as per usual, but Chase liked to think he only worked in lazy. Except for the fact that instead of doing his crossword puzzle, he kept straining his neck to memorize definitions from the psychiatric textbook he had on the bed, a couple feet from Gwen.
"So, you still avoiding me?" he teased, barely glancing up as he fed Atalanta several crumbs of the muffin.
It was lazy, as per usual, but Chase liked to think he only worked in lazy. Except for the fact that instead of doing his crossword puzzle, he kept straining his neck to memorize definitions from the psychiatric textbook he had on the bed, a couple feet from Gwen.
"So, you still avoiding me?" he teased, barely glancing up as he fed Atalanta several crumbs of the muffin.