Dammit...

I haven't seen her for several days. Mmm.

[Klavier's sitting in the darkness, with a small flashlight. He flicks it on, so he's slightly visible. He's got a drink (thank you Russia) and an acoustic guitar. And so, he starts playing.]

[Little Klavier is curled up on his bed, with about three blankets that he got from... somewhere... piled on top of him. He's sniffling in his sleep, and his skin is very pale. He's also a little snotty, like he was crying.]

Mother... 'm cold, Mother...

[He starts shaking, and then sits up, starting to bawl.]

Mother... Mother!

[Uh. Sorry, ( Read more... )

[I don't actually have a crying tiny!Klavier icon so.]

[Seven-year-old Klavier is sitting on the sidewalk, tears welled up in his eyes. He's sniffling a little, and his face is puffy as if he just stopped crying.]Mother an' Father 'n' Kris are all gone... Mother and Father have been gone a month 'n' Kris said he'd look out for me ( Read more... )

[Klavier's just... sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of beer, brooding. He's got about three empty bottles on the coffee table in front of him, and he's got two more full bottles in a six pack left sitting next to him. He's chuckling vaguely to himself, and his face looks sort of puffy, like he's been crying ( Read more... )

[Klavier's been shuffling about, and manages to plop herself down on the sofa.]

Ugh. This was fun at first but now...

This evening I started crying for no reason whatsoever, and I ate about four of those chocolate ice cream pops.

[She puts her head in her hands and rubs her forehead.] I have a headache. And now I feel sick from all that ( Read more... )