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~ The 'stache Stash ~
Watts was trying to go sleep... which happened to be a feat that was easier said than done here in the evil fortress, and the doctor feared he was fighting a losing battle.
It was so late, everyone should have settled down for the night, even the recently-spawned Creatures of Grimm. Just when he thought he might finally be starting to drift off, Watts heard the creaking of floorboards near his door.
That had better not be Tyrian trying to sneak in here and shave off my mustache while I'm asleep. AGAIN.
Watts let out a heavy sigh and sat up, reaching out to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. There came a second telltale creak from just outside his door. His ears didn't pick up any sound of actual footsteps, from which he concluded that the sneak was exactly who he'd thought it was.
Damn it, Tyrian.
Defending his glorious mustache was more important than sleep.
~oOo~
prompt: their thoughts late at night