The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center ( Read more... )

Edward had saved up a considerable amount of money over the past year, working his bloody arse off, but now the moment was there: he could treat Cosette to a nice dinner, the sort where he'd be able to afford just about anything on the menu. He was proud of himself, though mildly frustrated by the amount of time it had taken him-- but none of that ( Read more... )

It was Edward's birthday today. No, it wasn't common knowledge, and no, he hadn't put much effort into letting anyone know.

But he turned up to the post office that morning with a large cake under his arm. He snuck bites while he worked, until lunch time, when he made quick work of at least a quarter of it.

It was good cake.

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It was a quiet day, at least as far as the post was concerned. So Edward, ever industrious, was spending his afternoon napping on a pile of empty envelopes.

In bags, of course.

He wasn't a barbarian.

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Edward had weathered this storm once before, and he was intent on weathering it again.

... though so far, this day hadn't brought him much.

There was just the one suitcase, that read a farmer from the cradle to the grave. No efforts he had taken to dispose of it had worked. So now it sat at the front of the post office, staring at him ( Read more... )

Edward felt productive today.

This seemingly positive notion had turned into a quandary fairly quickly, however, for there was little work, and even his mail run had ended early that morning.

So now he was scribbling away on a sheet of paper, practicing his handwriting. He wasn't certain what to do with himself otherwise.

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It was a day later, and Edward still had the bloody ship in his head. He'd perhaps spent a bit too long on his morning mail runs this time, pausing to admire it from afar ( Read more... )

Edward had a habit of climbing things, but he did not, necessarily, have a habit of going out and about for exercise. He'd little cause to pass by the docks after he had found there were few ships to justify having docks at all; the only reason he was here now was because he was attempting to find something of a shortcut for his next mail run ( Read more... )

Edward had spent the morning Very Hard At Work, which, he felt, qualified him to spend the afternoon Slightly Less Hard At Work.

Which was to say he had found a nice table to lay upon while he poked through a book, forcing himself to focus on the more difficult words this go-around.

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First week of classes had started. Which, Edward was fairly certain there'd been one about ponies he'd gone to, but it had been odd and ( Read more... )