I GROW WEARY OF YOUR BRINGING HOME TINY THINGS
WHO: Fakir, Mytho, ITTY BITTY RUE
WHERE: Jinn School of wsfdghbdthmjnsdfhsdaaaaaaaaafghg
WHEN: Right after Rue's latest network post, around 9pm
WARNINGS: derp?
SUMMARY: Mytho brought a tiny Rue home. Hilarity/spazzing/beetus ensues.
FORMAT: I MADE THE LOG SO Y'ALL GOTTA DO PARAGRAPHS
Fakir was tired. Tired, hungry, and agitated. Whatever cosmic chicanery had started up in the past couple weeks had him rightly paranoid. Even worse, it seemed that entirely too many important holidays fall in and around March, so his work had been swamped with advance order upon advance order, every one of which he had to carefully type into the damnable computer that somehow replaced a perfectly good ledger.
Whatever.
He trudged up the stairs and peeled off his apron, fully expecting to be ambushed either by the cats or by Ben's younger, more annoying self.
WHERE: Jinn School of wsfdghbdthmjnsdfhsdaaaaaaaaafghg
WHEN: Right after Rue's latest network post, around 9pm
WARNINGS: derp?
SUMMARY: Mytho brought a tiny Rue home. Hilarity/spazzing/beetus ensues.
FORMAT: I MADE THE LOG SO Y'ALL GOTTA DO PARAGRAPHS
Fakir was tired. Tired, hungry, and agitated. Whatever cosmic chicanery had started up in the past couple weeks had him rightly paranoid. Even worse, it seemed that entirely too many important holidays fall in and around March, so his work had been swamped with advance order upon advance order, every one of which he had to carefully type into the damnable computer that somehow replaced a perfectly good ledger.
Whatever.
He trudged up the stairs and peeled off his apron, fully expecting to be ambushed either by the cats or by Ben's younger, more annoying self.