Varying Levels of Creepy Mansion, Sunday Morning

Derek did not have a good evening. Because somehow he'd become so accustomed to having that little hair ball running around the house that he kept listening for the clatter of claws on hardwood.

So, basically, Derek was a big ol' softy who missed his dog.

And was now angrily making breakfast. It involved a lot of bacon and sausage. Rage bacon. It was now a thing that happened in the house.

Hopefully Mike wouldn't object to it.

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