Charles Audley Posted July 14, 2017 Share Posted July 14, 2017 It was the smell that woke Charles, tea and baked goods of some description. His stomach growled. Ah Wodehouse. You always anticipate my needs. He smiled lazily and sat up in bed, stretching languorously. A hand reached out and plucked up his dressing gown. He stood to slip the garment on and dragged a hand through his hair to undo the worst of the tangles. (There were times when Charles understood the practical appeal of short hair, but he always judged the aesthetic necessity of long locks more important.) Hunting out his slippers occupied him for several minutes- the right was under the bed and left had somehow ended up on top of the wardrobe. Finally decently clad and shod, he moved from bedchamber to sitting room, lips still curved appreciatively. "Wodehouse, you are a prince among men. My stomach thinks my throat's been cut." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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