Walter sat at his desk writing letters, one to Arthur to inform him of the progress of his classes, the other to Alucard, more detailed, and a small stack of pictures to include ( Read more... )

Walter was up early to try to work out printing some of the pictures he'd taken with his new camera and to update his journal before he had to go attend detention with Alfred. After arguing with Nadia about Alfred at the fashion show, he was feeling even more tense about the detention than he might have been before.

They'd made things up after ( Read more... )

Walter sat in his bunk with Pup, a cigarette, and a fermented wheat beverage pilfered from work while he sorted through the many pictures he'd taken that day.

That part of the day had been interesting. His day had started oddly, had a less than salutory middle, and an even less pleasant encounter with Blackadder.

He'd had a pleasant enough ( Read more... )

Having managed to make it from Victor's room to his own without anyone witnessing him wearing only trousers and an undershirt his shameful state of dishabille he hoped, Walter had showered and dressed and had moved on to smoking heavily and staring at his laptop as though it were about to bite his hand like that book in Militia of Gloom which is so ( Read more... )