He had been looking forward to a quiet Sunday off, but last minute mutilations have scrapped that plan. Typical. Or, as they say in Kalm, soo la voo.

|| trying to get back into writing with the aim of being more active on this account. anxiety has been winning for 2 years and honestly mum didn't raise no quitter

"That's what I said. Soo la voo."

"I've picked up a few phrases from you, here and there. Though, my mastery of the tongue is far from yours."

|| tseng as soon as Veld speaks either native language

He used to wish for a house without a stray Turk lurking in a spare room somewhere. Now it just feels empty without them.

Good thing he has a blackcurrant goose slow roasting in the oven, then.

Personally, Tseng loves the chaos the stray Turk's bring. He loves playing as Veld's personal stress toy even more.

A place is already set for her, and the spare room made up. Her presence is always very welcomed.

He visits the altar nightly, on his knees to repent for them both.

She is as much family as Oliver, as any of the other escapees. Their home will always be open.

Perhaps the week wouldn't land so heavy if you cleared some of your outstanding reports before the weekend?

The nighttime paperwork bandit strikes again.

|| maybe I'm biased but I honestly think tsengru should be criminalised

"I'm sorry, for a moment I thought I heard you tell me that you threw your completed reports into the bin."

|| i think my heart just stopped honestly

|| my anxiety has been paralysing today and all I've done is stare out of the window and feel awful for not doing the things I need to be doing. Can't wait for the technology to scoop out our brains for a day

|| jesus