Cyrus has come back to town, still alive and kicking. I gave him an impromptu "I didn't screw up. See!" tour. It went quite well, and he didn't once make his Disappointed Cyrus face or tell me to put everything back the way I found it. Might even go so far as to say he was impressed ( Read more... )

Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

He's INSANE! Stark raving mad. It's the only explanation. He's delusional from the pain, and he's somehow convinced me to go along with it.

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Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

I've followed up on that little chat I had at the mead hall. The one that had me so upset. So I went out, having worked up a beefy blue mope, despite ( Read more... )