@DeleteriousBane The sound of Erik's laughter, even though he knew not the cause, was a favorite sound of his. It was low and deep, smooth —

@DeleteriousBane —and easy on the ears. It had always been that way. A rarity along with his smile. But it appeared as though since they —

@DeleteriousBane —have grown closer, Erik had been displaying more of that type of behavior. Charles wasn't in the least bit complaining, —

@DeleteriousBane —he was grateful to have made the metal-bender so happy. The telepath gently curled his fingers into the fabric of —

@DeleteriousBane —Erik's shirt as if the other was about to run away. Lightly, he could feel the smooth curve of muscle beneath the man's —

@DeleteriousBane —shirt, causing him to go slightly red.

||: @DeleteriousBane, my muse is terribly low. Please forgive me these past days as I try to find it once more.

||: And I also brought this precious bean back. Hello.

The telepath hummed softly to himself as he placed the kettle on the heated stove. Time for tea.

Charles stared intently at the glass chess pieces laid out before him in their desired positions. Moving a single piece, he stared upward into the empty chair. “. . .”

—;

||: Finally fixed my layout. Much better.

Even though the night was young, Charles found himself retiring to bed earlier by the day.

Well, now that Erik had made his presence known, it would make falling asleep quite difficult for Charles. Because now he had something to worry about. “I was about to, but it seems that plan has been disrupted.” x.com/odiousserpent/…

‘Unfortunate’ was the perfect word to use. He was losing sleep as minutes ticked by. “Entertaining would not be the word I would use.” Charles then tended back to his nightly routine as Erik observed from across the room. x.com/odiousserpent/…

“Far enough.” Charles answered before pulling over the corner of his blankets. He then sat down at the edge of his bed after doing so, his gaze then locking with the other’s. “Why is it that you wish to ‘entertain’ me at this hour?” x.com/odiousserpent/…

“I have noticed.” Charles replied as he watched his old friend take a seat. It seemed the metal bender wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “Consider my night ‘ruined’.” In all honesty, Erik never ruined his night. He simply disrupted it. x.com/odiousserpent/…

The telepath gazed out of the mansion window in his study. The first snow of the season. “How beautiful...”

“It’s late, Erik.” To Charles it was. And a nightly game was often never declined in the past. “Let’s not make it long.” x.com/odiousserpent/…

“Good afternoon, all.”