at Orlando's house

Clay let himself in and let out a whistle. Julie knew who he was now and had decided that he was acceptable company. Clay changed the water in her bowl and measured up food for her. Then he showed her that he had remembered to bring a piece of string. He'd gotten the silent treatment the night before. No string.

Julie happily pounced the string and Clay sat down on a kitchen chair, preparing himself to play with her till she got tired of it. This would happen much more quickly with her than with Darth Maul who believed that no string should be left alive.

waiting for wild_callie

Clay had cleaned. He was quite proud of himself. And he had cooked. And it hadn't burned. Much.

He'd had the day off work and the time suddenly seemed so very very long.

Darth Maul was asleep on the couch and he had just finished making coffee.