🍇 the winter of our discontent 🍇

[graftage]

WHO: Steinbeck and...you!
WHAT: Open prompts and closed starters for the winter!
WHEN: wimter
WHERE: Everywhere
WARNINGS: Nothing ATM will update as needed!

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[cthulwho]

[Once Lovecraft is satisfied with handling Steinbeck's tears, he shifts to fully embrace him. The warmth of Steinbeck resting against him feels very nice- like it was meant to be there. He could get used to this.

Except a thought occurs to him.]

You're going to have to at some point, John... How will we cook dinner attached to each other like this?

[But in a metaphorical sense, he's glad to hear those words. He has no intention of letting go either. Steinbeck will never be lonely again, not on Lovecraft's watch.]