[Have one Mr. H looking properly disheveled and ... shirtless. Yep. Let's not mention the fact that he looks... a bit... marked up... what are those purple bites from around his neck and shoulders and chest? How ODD. He's sitting up against the headboard of his bed, a smile on his face.

He looks quite satisfied with himself.]Everyone seems happy ( Read more... )

[The SFC seems to be lying on a table when it clicks on. A table of a kitchen that is decidedly not Sanae's normal kitchen. It seems more of a cafe's kitchen but the curtains are drawn and there's only the sound of clinking as Mr. H prepares something off screen.

Yet, suddenly there's a soft 'meow' and a small black kitten comes on the screen, ( Read more... )

[The SFC clatters to the floor and rolls a bit away before bumping against a can of spray paint and facing where the owner of the SFC is. It's dead silent, the middle of the night, and only the street lamps are lighting the area. The snow on the ground is cleared off and the snow is gently falling but seems to be disappearing as it approaches the ( Read more... )

Well, ain't this somethin' else.

[The video feed pops on to show Mr. H lounging in an armchair. His legs are thrown over one side and his head has fallen back on the other as he holds the SFC above him. It seems Sanae has grown a pair of cat ears and a tail that is similar to the Maine Coon breed of cats. His tail flicks back and forth and his ( Read more... )

[Pop! Here is Mr. H, just sitting on top of what seems to be a bar. He's got a smudge of red paint on his cheek but either hasn't noticed or doesn't seem to care. A pencil is tucked behind his ear and his hair seems properly disheveled -- actually, his whole appearance is disheveled and why is that really? Those who look carefully can see the ( Read more... )