( Annoying? Me? )

So. I'm Susan. This is... interesting. The scythe is cool. I could do without being pregnant, but I can handle it. Now that I'm used to the idea.

I can't feel Time. Well, I can, but vaguely. It's not the overwhelming presence I'm used to. It's not a force for me, now. I... feel a bit lost. I hope this doesn't last too much longer...

Lobsang popped into his room in his mother's glass castle, mainly because no one would bother him there, if they even knew where to look. He paced, occasionally popping out of existence when he took steps in the fourth deminsion. Ohgodsohgodsohgods, what am I going to do?He collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. "All right," he said ( Read more... )

Well. Susan's been a bit tetchy lately, so I've decided to get her a gift to make her feel better. I'm still trying to figure out what to give her, but hopefully it'll cheer her up.

Lobsang props himself on one elbow as the first light of dawn sneaks its way in between the curtains, entering stealthily as a theif in the night, taking the night with it as it left. His eyes take in the form lying beside him and a soft smile curls his lips. She really is lovely. He reaches out and touches her hair, grinning as it stirs sleepily ( Read more... )

Lobsang and Susan appear in the middle of a crowded Ankh-Morpork street, though no one seems to notice. He turns to her. "Shall we just walk a bit and see what catches our eye?"

They appear in the dojo where a few students are already sparring with their teacher. Lobsang gives them a polite nod, and they obviously don't recognize who, or what, he is. He smiles at Lu-Tze. "What would you like to do?"