#;declan

nicholis had probably been more nervous about the upcoming week than declan had; with his nose buried in those self help books, he’d somehow quelled his anxieties, or at least put on a good show of it. instead, nic had been making preparations as quietly and subtly as he could, which meant a lot of water and food premade so they could still nourish themselves between waves. the only thing he wanted was to make declan feel better, and although he’d moved on from the supplements, nicholis was afraid of being a disappointment. still, he put on a happy face (far cheerier than he would be any other month, knowing his mate was about to start taking those awful chemicals again) and plopped down into their shared bed, rolling over to poke and prod at declan. “whatcha doin?” he asked, trying to bother declan into talking to him. “i’m bored.” 

“This is a crime scene, sir. Please leave. Outsiders are not allowed here. Move along, there’s nothing to see here.”

“Miss Cykes! That’s enough! What’s happened here?!” Surely she would have a valid reason for this. If not... he will be livid. Although, he’s not able to harm her at all, she would receive a penalty of sorts.

He had to put pants on, which is why Declan was taking a little longer than usual to get to the door.  He wasn’t entirely sure if Tessa would even come over, but was glad when she decided to. After finally finding his favorite jeans, Declan headed towards the door opening the little peek hole and glancing out at her. “Who is it?” he questioned, attempting to do his best old lady impression. After a few seconds, he opened the door and smile down at her. “Hello m’lady.” Declan moved aside so she could come inside, closing it behind her. “Welcome to my humble abode.” 

dec: how does this work? dec: you just send pictures?