[quote=@Eviledd1984]
Leonard was sleeping in his bed enjoying a lovely dream he was having of a woman letting him lick her hands.The loud knocking on the door disturbing his dream causing the tall handsome man to awaken and get up clothed in his expensive pajama pants,slippers form Italy and pajama shirt form France.Opening the door to see Hammond standing in front of him,"Hello..termites right come in...but please do not look or touch my private items" Leonard said with a smile on his face but in the back of his head being annoyed that he was being disturbed.He lead the other man into his room being a good host letting him inside his apartment without a fuss. 
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"I won't touch anything that I don't need to," Hammond replied with a bit of annoyance, "but if you've left anything private out in the open, I can't very well help seeing it."  Hammond followed Leonard into his apartment.  "Did you move all your furniture away from the walls as was requested in the notice?" Hammond asked, looking around the room to verify before receiving an answer.  His eyes fell on the skeletal hand that Leonard kept.  Hammond sniffed in disgust as he recalled what Leonard was notorious for.

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Antoinette typed the morning away, balancing budgets, preparing data, writing reports, and otherwise working on the myriad of other tedious and banal office work that she had been contracted to do.  Yet today was actually one of those days where she didn't have as much work as normal.  Taking a quick pause to stretch, Antoinette raised her arms over her head and leaned back in her chair.  She peered behind her, at the door to Booker's office.  Since they were both usually fairly busy, they had lunch together rarely, though she wondered if today was such a day.  They worked together, so it didn't hurt to be social every once in a while, besides, Booker was a hardworking Fable, and that was worthy or respect.  As his secretary, she checked his schedule to see if lunch was even a possibility.