[Action A | 1649 Albright Lane, morning]

[After a lovely breakfast of crunchy toast with strawberry jam, Nyanpire has gone out to get the mail. He's being helpful! It's good to be helpful! He hums to himself, mouth full of letters, and slips back inside to spit them out on the living room coffee table.]

...nyaa?

[But wait! There's a letter ( Read more... )

[Action A - Morning, 1649 Albright Lane]

[It started off so simple, in such little ways. When Nyanpire woke up, he had outgrown the pillow he had been sleeping on. He was big enough that his behind was hanging off. How odd ( Read more... )