splutters as he's splashed in the face, trying to blink the water out of his eyes. "I take different trails... But yeah." He watches the other move about, waiting to strike.

|Gregory hadn't expected to walk straight into editing full length novels that earned literary prizes. He would have been content editing the latest beach read, and working his way up_

sat in the steamy room of the Hamam, playing with the Kese on his right hand as he waited for his next customer. The head honcho had made a fuss of picking out a Tellak for this fella, looking through the_

|Arthur leaves Francis to go back to sleep and attempts to tackle the kitchen. He looks to the books Francis normally uses, stopping upon a page with the letter S. By the looks of the picture, it seemed to be_

can't seem to find his best kilt. Which was simply the worst thing to happen to him. Especially since he knew that Gaul was supposedly coming along with Rome thisn time around. He wanted to look his best when_

knows his people's hearts have taken a bashing today. Moments like these expose the faults in society.
They also require a stiff drink.

((Happy New Year everyone! ))

among his people in Princes' Street Gardens, enjoying the Hogmanay celebrations. He's pleasantly drunk as they start the countdown, eyes on the castle to see the fireworks.

hanging around Francis' place, wondering if the other was about.

only just woken up from his birthday celebrations. Maybe he is getting too old for this....