( [Private] )

[Hanna’s wandering the castle, searching through piles of candy hearts and looking for the best sayings… because he’s Hanna and that’s just what he does, that’s why. He’s also listening to music, bobbing along. It might be dancing if he was graceful at all ( Read more... )

( Hanna )

[There is a Hanna in town. He is sulking. Yes, sulking, though of course he’s still Hanna so his sulking is more of a… smiling less brightly then usual, and kicking the occasional rock as he wanders aimlessly. Eventually he settles by the fountain and flips his journal open]So uh… I know I’m not the first person to say this. But yanno what? ( Read more... )

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!

[Yes. Yes he did just shout that as loud as he could over the journal. Hanna is outside with armfuls of fireworks and hand rockets and anything else that’s mostly nonlethal, but still potentially explosive. He is also a little bit buzzed and currently trying to light a match to get this proverbial party started]Hey so ( Read more... )

( Hall Filter )

[There is a Hanna in the kitchen doing some late night, possibly ill-advised cooking. He’s got a decidedly silly little apron on and is in the process of cautiously poking some noodles into a pot of boiling water. And because boiling water makes him nervous, he is also rambling to his open journal: ]

Sooooo… Thanksgiving wasn’t so bad, I guess, ( Read more... )

[Have some preoccupied munching sounds, Paradisa. Sounds that go on for quite some time, before finally there’s a pause… then: ]

UWAAAH! NO THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO LAST TIL CHRISTMAS.

[There is a Hanna in the hallway outside his room, legs stretched out in front of him, wearing a big ol’ witch's hat. And he is going through a hollowed out plastic pumpkin full of ~candy~ He’s sorting rather meticulously through everything, grinning to himself quite wickedly]

This is gonna be awesome.

[Tonight finds Hanna in the gym, staring quite bemusedly at a punching bag, as if he’s not… exactly sure what to do with it. After a second, he reaches out and bumps it with his knuckles, just enough to make it swing slightly, and then he digs his journal out of his jacket, and flips it open: ]

S-so… uh… sayyyyy someone wanted to learn to fight. ( Read more... )