JUNE OPEN LOG

[sailmods]

[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!

meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.

at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]

Comments

[businessorlibation]

"I suggest the one along the portside wall, at the base of the stairs, here. I thought that space would best accommodate two grown adults, and because of how it's positioned by the air conditioning vent, it's comfortably cool--perfect for cuddles."

You know, just in case.

[pineapplesalmon]

Okay, that's a complete change of subject, but César will let it happen.

"I was wondering if you had picked one out already..." César teases slightly, heading in that direction. "Cuddles and a nap, perhaps?"

He's easy to please.

[businessorlibation]

"Cuddles and a nap sound perfect. Just what I need as well."

He trails after César with a quick glance over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone else has noticed the blanket fort city yet.

[pineapplesalmon]

César feels a momentary elation at Johnny admitting he needs it, too. Those admissions are almost always brief, blink and miss. Johnny prefers to self-soothe via taking care of others. César has accepted that, and it makes every time Johnny shows the slightest vulnerability feel like a carefully wrapped gift for César's heart. He knows if Johnny decides to care more for him this week than usual to keep some form of control, he'll accept it without question.

"Food, cuddles, and a nap. Can't think of a better way to start the afternoon." César lets his pleasure shine in his voice since Johnny can't see his face.

And indeed, that is exactly how they start their afternoon. César eats everything on his plate (Johnny knows how much he eats per sitting, too) and drinks a good portion of his water. He takes the hint when Johnny moves afterward and lays his head down on a perfectly placed lap. Johnny's hands are perfect.

Sufficiently lulled into a near sleep, César murmurs for Johnny to join him, and Johnny obliges. It isn't long before they both drift off after that. César's last thoughts revolve around how grateful he is that he's no longer alone.