Walter got back from work and dinner with Pippi to find a note from Victor on his door.

( Walter... )

The emo was stifling inside, Walter didn't have classes on Tuesday, and he wasn't in the mood for the gym. So it was a good day to be outside.

Well, no, actually, it was supposed to rain in a while, but it wasn't raining yet, so Walter was throwing a frisbee for Pup. If the frisbee growled back at the hellpuppy, that was just one of those things,

Tuesday mornings were so much better after Monday night dates. Walter had his copy of Curious George from Aereopagitica and a pot with a vivid blue, somehow rather grumpy, plant in his hand as he returned to Victor's room from his own ( Read more... )

Mondays are usually no big deal. This Monday? A big deal.

Not that anything happened last night. Nothing happened!

He was going to have to talk to Victor.

Walter and his bot
Prepared for summarizing
In five, seven, five

He hoped beyond hope
That someone normal would help
Him think in prose soon.

[ooc: Anyone who can come talk to him in non-haiku prose would be welcome. Haiku works, too, but he's hoping for a cure before work. Which we already know doesn't last. The cure. Not work. Work is eternal.]

[ooc: Pre-played because it's also Victor-mun's birthday.]

( Cut for long pre-playedness )

Walter packed to return to Fandom. This London had been interesting, to say the least.

( Vacation Mega Link Drop )

Walter woke up and immediately checked to see if his little problem had been another Fandom version of the twenty four-hour flu, and was never so happy to be morning "happy" *tosses a quarter to Blair-mun* as he was then ( Read more... )

The pill Nadia had given him had done exactly what it was supposed to do. Walter had slept through the night without any trouble - with some extremely bizarre dreams, but without real trouble ( Read more... )

Given that the common room has been co-opted by Victor's screening of the Bel/Moral tryst, and he doesn't want to be the likely blamee for anything to do with it, Walter is hanging out in Victor's room with Pup.

He's testing his theory about drugs and Pink Floyd, having had another small sip of Granny's concoction (which is so not the same ( Read more... )