Ennis had taken up a new habit -- whittling. It was a bit tricky at first, but once he got the hang of it it wasn't so hard. He'd managed something that sort've looked like a horse and was working on another piece. He wasn't sure what it would be yet, so he was just idly carving it into no particular shape.

Typist: Open to whomever ^_^

Ennis is looking around for his friend. He promised Francine a good Christmas, and was hoping that Jack and Bobby would want to join them.

Typist: For Jack, really, but Francine and Bobby can tag in!

Right, then. *holds open the door to an empty room* Nothin' fancy, but it's nice. Bed, couch, dresser. Get yer own bathroom. Most everything else you'd need is downstairs. There's this... closet thing. You can get most anything you want from it. I'll show you later, if you want. Kitchen always has food, no need to go out 'n buy it. It's... a pretty ( Read more... )

*has taken his daughter, and her new pony, outside for some riding lessons*

Alright, now, little darlin', you all set? *since the horse is saddled, we don't have to worry about that part, huzzah*

Ennis had spent most of the past few days in his room. Between getting his clothes stolen, meeting vampires, and people from other planets, he couldn't find much cause to leave. He'd settled in alright, with the new clothes Armand St. Just had helped him find. He'd even found some pencil and paper and put a sign on the door with his name on it, as ( Read more... )