Liir was spending his weekend in, as he usually did. Weekends were used to neaten up the alread-pretty-neat room, catch up on any work that needed doing (like making someone do some sort of manual task for him as asked by Professor Yzma), and training Makejoy. The puppy, at the moment, was asleep at the end of his bed while Liir started up the ( Read more... )

Liir had found a letter under his door upon returning to his room. Despite his excitement at the familiar hand on the envelope, he'd put the thing aside in favor of taking his now-bouncing puppy for a walk. Feeding and adding to the water in her bowl came next, and the rest of went to his hotpot to start up some tea for himself. Finally, however ( Read more... )

Liir was back in his room, a little more tan and a little more enamored of swimming. At the moment, however, he was mostly happy to be back and glad to see his puppy. Makejoy had obviously missed him as well, since she wouldn't stop bouncing, and Liir eventually had to pull out the bone he'd gotten her as penance just to make sure she didn't ( Read more... )

"Sit."

Makejoy sat.

"Okay, now, down."

Makejoy laid down.

"And... roll over!"

Makejoy stared at him.

"Roll over," he said again, trying to put the treat over her shoulder to make her head follow it. The puppy followed it one way, then turned around to get it the other. Sigh.

"No, Makey, roll overAnd he tried it again, which got the puppy ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day, the most romantic day of the year. Liir woke up in his room with his girlfriend curled up with him in bed ( Read more... )

To say that Ismaël was confused was, of course, an understatement. Opening his eyes, he did not recognize the room. He also did not see Erwann, which was annoying but understandable. And while he was quite happy just to close his eyes and assume the other man was off getting them breakfast or something, he had to ask himself what, exactly, had ( Read more... )

Now that the puppy was walked, Liir was staying in his room.

He didn't know how it'd happened at class, or why, or what was wrong with him, but the inclination to tell the truth that he was having was...

It was potentially destructive. And he wanted no part in it ( Read more... )

The problem with remembering as Liir did was that when he repeated his mistakes, the only person he had to blame was himself ( Read more... )

Tea in the pot, mint cookies on the dresser (that were being picked at every few minutes), and nearly all of his books laid out on his bed: Liir and Makejoy were curled up together as the boy worked on a few things in his notebook and the puppy was pet every few seconds as was her due ( Read more... )

Liir led Amber in, made sure Makejoy was settled in her crate, and sat on the bed. He closed the door, though he didn't lock it, and patted the side.

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