I think I accidentally needle-felted a saucy Dream of the Endless…
*chuckles*
I’m imagining it now. Chef walks in. Simon-strikes that pose. Boombox starts playing. It’s Guns N’ Roses. A plate of cold cuts and cheeses lays nearby. “I heard you like prosciutto.”
*snorts*
I can promise you that I never sit like this. And certainly not in an rffort to seduce.
I’m dreadfully boring.
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