Sam lead Tommy down Morphic Street until they reached a non descript boarding house. He bowed galantly as he opened the door. "After you, my lord," he murmured.

( Sam stormed into the Lady Sybil Free Hospital... )

I don't blame Dad for being depressed today. I mean, all the stories I've heard... yeah. It's just... hard, you know. I wish there was something I could do for him. Nineteen... Twenty years, and I still don't know how to comfort him.

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one and/or a lot of reason[s] why I like/love/adore you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

I think I might try to find my own place. Not that I don't love Mum and Dad, but... I'm a sergeant. I have to be approachable. And Scoone Avenue... most of the coppers are a bit uncomfortable up there. Besides, I need to live like a real person for awhile. Not a duke.

All right. I can handle this. I'm perfectly fine. ... ... WHYTHEHELLAMIINTOMMY'SBODY??????? Dad's going to go spare. Absolutely Bursar.

Sam slips into his room, a sheepish look on his face. He sets a bag on his little desk. His hand reaches in and pulls out a small set of paints. A pack of paper soon joins it on the desk. He sits down in his chair and stares at them for a long while. He's still not quite sure why, exactly, he bought them. Yes, Tommy would like him to paint. But why ( Read more... )

Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is... Your Score:Average For All UsersAverage For All
( total) Dating38.46%33.94%Dated seriously Self-Lovin'63.64%61.67%Master of your domain Shamelessness66.13%77.86%It takes a couple of drinks Sex Drive54.76%75.75%A fool for love, but not always Straightness85.19%40.49%Just go fuck something, okay? Gayness3.7% ( Read more... )

... Not those kinds of favors. I'll... er... take care of the dragons or something. Polish his armour. Er.

... I have got to take Dad off my friends list. Very bad images there.