[He blinks. He's very good at blinking. It doesn't really help, though. Not as much as he thought. Because the room is very nearly blown to pieces. There's shards of wood and tile and metal and computer wires all over the place, and scuff marks all over what remains of the floor. There isn't much of that left, either. Whatever's left is covered in ( Read more... )

[Oh. Hello, Template. Feeling good, are you? Enjoying your Thanksgiving? Guess what! So's Russia. Well, it looks like he's enjoying something, since he's smiling, but if you take a second look, you'd notice that it's...off. Very off. Like it doesn't quite match anything at all. Which is just how he likes it. He's humming a song, too. Tchaikovsky ( Read more... )