[[Brief hiatus, guys. Choir trip to Chicago until Sunday night. Expect bored bus texts. D< ]]
that *someone* knows why Chibitalia and HRE have shown up in his house again.
[[is headin' to bed. Prom tomorrow, guys. ]]
trying to work on Heracle's piano, but can't with these ridiculous brute hands.
drinking coffee, ignoring the strange urge to have something stronger.
working on repairing Heracles' piano, because he'd rather not think about his own.