[he's been wandering for what feels like forever, alone and lost and searching, sometimes with scent, sometimes with sound, sometimes with sheer desperate hope and longing and sorrow, for home. for his master's fine-boned hand on his, the whip-crack of her voice and the low drawl she takes on when she feels a point is to be made, often to humorous ( Read more... )

Any day that includes:

Nessy: *EXTENDS ROBOT HANDS*

is a good one.

( HUZZAH )

NOTES WHILE RE-READING HELLSING:

( Hahaha do you even want to see this )