Don't know how much stuff you own 'til you gotta move it all...

Warm light, empty floor. Vi never knew how much space her apartment really had until it was nothing but space. Only one box is left, labelled 'Stuff and Things 3' and waiting in the corner. "... Huh." She was expecting to feel something, but that feeling is still hard to place.

Gotta love having a home gym.

Late night cookin'~ Cookin' late at night~ Doin' it quiet, bacon on the--YOWfucker!

Keep getting told 'nice cosplay' at the Caitlyn Huxley Heritage Museum. This is so fucked up.

Working the bag. Hands wrapped. Stress relief via pounded leather and sand.

Inside the Huxley barn... Shouting over the latest in Zaun's punk scene blasting from her speakers, "Caitlyn!? Who was that at the door!? Cait!?" "... eh if it's a big deal she'll get me."

If Caitlyn is allowed to take over the office with a big conspiracy board then I get to dismantle engines in the barn.

Mid-morning. Vi is sleeping on her front, one arm out over her partner, hair a mess. She had let the undercut grow out over the winter season. Just outside their bedroom it is cold, but the world is warm here. Caitlyn Huxley

Huxley Family Rager let's GO where's Caitlyn's hexphone we need to put it in a faraday cage.

If you know where we live then YOU are invited. Unless you are a mortal nemesis. Well. Eh. We can figure something out.

I love the great outdoors.

101... 102... 103...

Something about the hot country air makes me want to refurbish a tractor. ... I could refurbish a tractor...

My body is a machine that turns drunk girls into giggling at how strong I am. Or something.

Strong.

Wasting away. Caitlyn left for coffee an amount of time ago. I have been abandoned to my fate. (A five star hotel room with a view).

"I'm... all alone... no one besides meee..."