[It's been on his mind for days now - a constant hum to keep his shitty ass busy. Which is why he finds himself in 7th Heaven today. He might not get paid, but he'll take any kind of work at this point. Especially if it involves the kitchen. Except once he gets there, he's left noting the emptiness with surprise, then realization as he recalls a ( Read more... )

[There's a lone figure walking out of the forest when the first rays of dawn stream over the horizon, and he's got a pack slung over his shoulder; one that's used to an owner with white hair and a slightly broader build ( Read more... )

[There's a distinctive grunt over the journals as a very familiar chef marches through the forest, sounding tired as hell, irritated that he probably missed his captain's birthday, and slightly loopy from those drugs. Ah sedatives.]

Damn bastards, I liked that pair of shoes.Hnnn. So ( Read more... )