(yes meanwhile junior has consumed the entire grocery list and wants
It follows Magnus curiously about the apartment like it's waiting for him to unearth something edible, sagging dramatically in the air as he passes over Lucretia's bookshelf. There isn't a whole lot for Magnus to snoop over in here: there's the usual mess of paperwork and journals spread over the kitchen table, the kitchen (only slightly messy), a corner of the living room dedicated to artistry and complete with easel. It looks like Lucretia is half-way through a charcoal sketch of somebody– it's just a profile, devoid of any other features– and there are paints stacked in little pottles everywhere. There is a record player over by her computer.
Junior gives the bookshelf a last, longing hum, then trails over to butt into the small of Magnus' back to make him turn around. Because behind the both of them is the door to Lucretia's room, which Junior knows the empty journals are kept, and perhaps Magnus can just write it something to eat, the old fashioned way?)
good because its Here
It follows Magnus curiously about the apartment like it's waiting for him to unearth something edible, sagging dramatically in the air as he passes over Lucretia's bookshelf. There isn't a whole lot for Magnus to snoop over in here: there's the usual mess of paperwork and journals spread over the kitchen table, the kitchen (only slightly messy), a corner of the living room dedicated to artistry and complete with easel. It looks like Lucretia is half-way through a charcoal sketch of somebody– it's just a profile, devoid of any other features– and there are paints stacked in little pottles everywhere. There is a record player over by her computer.
Junior gives the bookshelf a last, longing hum, then trails over to butt into the small of Magnus' back to make him turn around. Because behind the both of them is the door to Lucretia's room, which Junior knows the empty journals are kept, and perhaps Magnus can just write it something to eat, the old fashioned way?)