Unwilling to grace the network with the ~miracle~ of seahorse birth, Mark has spent the final few hours of the event hiding in his closet. Now his wall camera is making up for lost time.
It catches him sitting on his bed, elbows resting on his knees, nursing a mug of coffee. He still looks a little pale, but from the relaxed way he holds himself, ( Read more... )

Mark is in the submerged library, floating with his tail curled around the rungs of a stepladder and an open encyclopaedia of marine life held close to his face. He proceeds steadily through his chosen entry, despite the difficulties caused by running ink and eyes that have turned slightly fishy. Unable to take notes, he murmurs softly himself as ( Read more... )