[Today Mokuba is running around in a red cloak that's rather too large for him. Turns out the market didn't have red paint at Mokuba-friendly prices, but it did have this awesome cloak that makes him feel a little bit like a superhero, when he's not tripping over the hem.]

[Mokuba wasn't actively antagonizing his tutor, really. He honestly didn't think the man could tell the difference between 50 lines and 500, but apparently he wasn't the first student to misjudge the man's counting skills ( Read more... )

[Mokuba's head itches. He's scowling and scratching as he walks along the palace halls, and his scowl is deepening as the scratching fails to make things any better.]

[Mokuba is supposed to be using his writing supplies to learn how to write properly, but surely it's okay if he uses some in order to practice drawing aliens and sketching plans for statues of late 20th-century technological marvels, right? Currently he's holed up in a sunlit corner, snickering to himself as he sketches a stick figure of the ( Read more... )

Mako had decided to go have a swim to cut some stress on his shoulder. Swimming was the one thing Mako did, and liked doing. However, Mako couldn't believe that he could swim this straight for so far. It felt like an endless volume of water around him. Stopping to have a rest, Mako saw his demise: No land anywhere. Not contempt of thinking about it ( Read more... )