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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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"That sounds good. I'll enjoy your company," Alison said, kissing him gently. "I just remembered your shirts… I wonder when they'll be done."

M gently pecked her back, smiling a little. “I’m not sure. The guy didn’t say.”

Juliet smiled with satisfaction. "Eat and then you can go back to sleep if you want to." she set the tray before him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

Zackary snuffled at the food as she pecked him. He sat up slightly and playfully wrinkled his nose, leaning forward and pecking her back.

She giggled and returned to the kitchen. She began to clean the pots and pans she had used.

M gently pecked her back, smiling a little. “I’m not sure. The guy didn’t say.”

"Hm. I'm sure it'll be soon," Alison said with a small smile as she leaned against him lovingly.

Zackary finished eating in about two minutes. He was very hungry. He took the plates and drifted downstairs sleepily, yawning widely.

M smiled back a little in return, leaning against her. “I hope so. I don’t wanna walk into work in a t-shirt.”

"You could wear a jacket over it if it comes to that," Alison suggested as she wrapped her arms around him, smiling up at him.

“I think the others would see that my collar is a little different. I hate wearing jackets.” He wrinkled his nose.

Alison chuckled a bit. "You are so picky, my dear. What would you have done if I hadn't suggested getting new shirts?"

“Continued wearing inky ones,” He admitted with a soft laugh.

"Well, now you won't have to wear a stained short to work," Alison said with a soft chuckle, kissing him again softly.

M smiled a little and gently kissed her back. “Right you are. Unless I somehow stain those, too.”

Alison chuckled a bit, trying to hold him in the kiss at least a little bit longer. "You can't stain your brand new shirts, love. Unless we can take them to the dry cleaners."

“I can’t help it!” M protested softly. “It just happens when I fall asleep at my desk.”

"Well, maybe you should try to not so that, hm?" Alison half-teased him.

M rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yes, dear, I’ll try not to collapse into sleep.”

Alison smiled softly. "Good. I hope you try to start coming home to sleep soon."

Juliet looked back at Zack as he stepped into the kitchen. "Finished already? I have extra in the microwave." she told him, drying her hands on her apron.

M grinned a little. “I hope so too. I don’t always have complete control of work me.”

Zackary set the dishes in the sink, walked past her with a tremendous yawn, opened the microwave and took out the rest, pan and all.
“Thanks, dear.”

"Hm. Maybe you should write yourself notes that tell you to come home at a certain time. Maybe that would help," Alison wondered.

“I just end up throwing notes away,” M said softly, tilting his head. “They don’t like me and I don't like them. Unless they’re directly from you.”

"Just bring the pan back when you're done, you're very welcome." Julie replied. She perched herself in the counter and ate her smaller bowl of breakfast. In all honesty, if it wasn't necessary for Julie to eat, she wouldn't.

Zackary sniffed the air before going back upstairs. He turned heel, shuffled over with the blanket fluttering at his heels and paused at her shoulder.
“You haven't eaten a lot. Come upstairs and eat with me.”

“I just end up throwing notes away,” M said softly, tilting his head. “They don’t like me and I don't like them. Unless they’re directly from you.”

Alison blushed a bit. "Mm… Really? Why is that?"