(no subject)
In the last week, this particular Conan has been drugged, tied up and possessed. Little wonder then that he's not in the best of moods.
He's in the dining room, getting himself breakfast -- rice, miso soup, grilled mackerel, a fried egg and two cups of coffee, and intends to park himself in the most shadowy, overlooked corner he can find, and not have to talk to anyone.
He can't have things go according to plan, now, can he?
He's in the dining room, getting himself breakfast -- rice, miso soup, grilled mackerel, a fried egg and two cups of coffee, and intends to park himself in the most shadowy, overlooked corner he can find, and not have to talk to anyone.
He can't have things go according to plan, now, can he?