 SPNer | Whovian | Sherlockian | | Artist | Cornhusker | Blackhawks
Bradley was hiding from the mess that was his healer's station. He couldn't deal with the Mungo's people anymore and had just walked off mumbling something about needing a break. What better place to hide then in the daycare with Athena. He could fit in with the kids just fine. That is if people were bringing their kids in with all of this health stuff going on. Brad wouldn't blame them if they weren't.
He figured she must be out or something. Being 30 years old didn't stop Brad from going and grabbing a coloring book and some crayons. There was something very relaxing about coloring. He perched himself on the short chairs. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd done this. He'd always stopped in when the work was slow. His knees were not going to like him later.
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