*Leaning over the table, watching you.*

With a heavy, nervous sigh Piotr knocks on the door of his new room-only to have the door swing open under the weight of his fist. He can’t help but poke his head in and look around, he does note the fact that there seems to be remnants of a blanket fort in the middle of the occupied bed, but on further inspection realizes he is alone, a rare gift ( Read more... )

Pete could really, really get used to shacking up in this mansion. He hadn’t had a bed that didn’t smell like old sweaty dude in over five months let alone non prison food ( Read more... )

You are all - very much different.

Ach, they are all so young.

I have gone and ruined everything.

[singing] No more crutches for mee!

She'd had someone for a while that kept her safe and alive. Someone she roamed the streets with for years until they were separated. There was only so long Esme could wander alone before panic set in. Rather, she called it panic. It was more like separation anxiety ( Read more... )