with food for all

by fruitjuicer



Summary

"Sui Zhou?" he calls out from the hall. "Are you home?" Even if he can see his dependable black workboots set in the rack by the door, well-worn soles beginning to peel back from the toes, well, who could be sure? These are extenuatingly unordinary circumstances, after all.

Notes


Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 43798539.