||Anime Boston is almost here! Excited to finally get back to a con!

Hmph.

He supposes he needs to establish some sort of existence again. What a bother.

Loz... Pop Tarts.

*Chokes on his latte*

*Rubs eyes and yawns*

*cocks head* Mmm..

*leaves a basket of blackberries, tea, honey and sword oil on the back steps for 〉〉. Ｋ Ａ Ｄ ＡＪ. *

He vaguely remembers the old wreckage of the space craft that he'd found with his brothers almost a decade before. Could there still be fresh DNA there?

|| will get to replies this weekend. Promise!

Yawns and hunts around for a coffee shop. Apparently his usual haunt is closed.

A pair of familiar cat-slit eyes watch from the shadows.

It's late when his bike rumbles back into town. Covered in road dust, all he wants is a hot shower and bed. Tomorrow he'll tackle getting reacquainted with whatever...whoever...awaits him. There are several he's missed. Others that probably didn't miss him. Too bad. He's back.

As he lays in bed somewhere in the house, something is dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip. Grumbling, he pulls himself out of bed, tugs on a robe, and goes drip hunting. Welcome home.

Sits under a tree and pulls out his pistols, pulling them apart to clean them.

He should probably decorate for the winter holiday. That's always made him cheerful.

It would seem I can never escape this place.