Room 303, late Sunday night
Walter made it back to his room after a pleasant evening up on the roof with Nadia. Considering the fact that he'd spent the day before thinking he was Arthur Hellsing, that the evening had ended with kissing was an unexpected but welcome turn of events, although maybe it was just jumping off the roof that made Nadia so forgiving.
Then again, she had been the gremlin who had bitten him in the first place.
While he was "Arthur," he had made out with Cally, hit on and been tasered by Veronica, chatted with a Bel who had thought he was a Blair, gotten slapped by Seras, nearly done something with Joxer they both would have regretted, met some odd woman named Jane in the park, and hit on yet another woman he'd never met before.
Then he'd camped out on the fifth floor with Nadia and Cally.
This morning had started well enough with Nadia still asleep on his lap not dirty!, a cup of tea from Peter, and watching River throw knives at the wall. Then River had killed Proty and things had gone downhill for a while. It worked out alright in the end, but he was not likely to ever forget that River took her paintings very seriously.
Then again, she had been the gremlin who had bitten him in the first place.
While he was "Arthur," he had made out with Cally, hit on and been tasered by Veronica, chatted with a Bel who had thought he was a Blair, gotten slapped by Seras, nearly done something with Joxer they both would have regretted, met some odd woman named Jane in the park, and hit on yet another woman he'd never met before.
Then he'd camped out on the fifth floor with Nadia and Cally.
This morning had started well enough with Nadia still asleep on his lap not dirty!, a cup of tea from Peter, and watching River throw knives at the wall. Then River had killed Proty and things had gone downhill for a while. It worked out alright in the end, but he was not likely to ever forget that River took her paintings very seriously.