I think I'm going to go visit Clark, and take care of my thomas a little while. I've been working on this special report all day, and if I go back to Vash's, I'm going to get Self-Opted Redundant Existence on me, and then I'll do nothing more on it and will feel compelled to hurt him ( Read more... )

Because I have to write with a stylus, stupid nails, and that bites.

I suppose that this means riding lessons for Wolfwood can continue on now as planned. Someone very nice offered his farm to housing the thomas, so that means we'll have more room to subject teach you, Mr. Priest. And yes. There will be beer ( Read more... )

A second day.

... Well, regardless. This is going to be a good day. I've got some of the smaller materials for the costume project at the orphanage. I'm looking for the perfect place to house the thomas (since it's not as simple as finding a stable, my God)... I received a raise(?), and today is just going to be a good day. I received some ( Read more... )

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Preacher, this thomas got turned into a horse... It's lovely, but I've never ridden a horse before. But it shouldn't be all that different, right? Right! The saddle didn't change, which is weird, but fine by me. Tighten it a little, and it wor

OH EW, DON'T NOSE ME, YOUR MUZZLE IS WET EW BAD TOUCH

Excuse me as I laugh my butt off at this one.

It's feeling a bit more like home, though!

{Edit~} It makes me miss chasing his ass to hell and back, too. Mr. Priest, you said Milly left a thomas here?