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Laying down in one of the guests rooms, Walter stares up at the ceiling. A sullen expression on his face, he folds his hands neatly atop his chest as I ponders silently about their current situation. Please bother him...lol I should be doing homework, but I need a break.

He's so happy that he doesn't have to share a hall with his unruly family anymore. It nice to have your own space, and after almost a week of being in his own space, Walter finally feels at peace. Everything is here and he feels so much at home, he feels less stressed than he did a couple weeks prior to this major change ( Read more... )

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Walter can be seen lounging in the sunroom, reading a newspaper while laying across the sofa on his belly. He hums softly as a small breeze enters the room from one of the opened doors. He usually doesn't have this much fun reading the newspaper, but this article turned out to be quite entertaining ( Read more... )

Sitting in the rose garden under a shady tree, Walter smooths out his white white sailor shirt with matching white shorts. Shifting in his seat at the small table, he groans while resting his head on the table's cool surface. Walter is bored out of his mind; it's hot, he ruined the tea he tried to make and now he's starving...great ( Read more... )

All day Walter has been sluggish, mainly because his small body ached so bad. Almost as if he has a very bad case of arthritis. He figured that maybe taking a warm shower might help; so after that it just seemed to make everything worse ( Read more... )

Walter is being much more suspicious today then he usually is any other day. You see, for once he isn't thinking about himself and more about others around him. It's Alda's birthday and he really wants to give her something special ( Read more... )

It was tough trying to sleep in that safe room. It was too many people around, and Walter hates when he does have room to breath. Damn brats, get your own room. Sitting on the floor, he tries his best to put on his eyepatch (which is full of knots). Giving up, he sighs while surveying the books on the bookcases nearest him. Taking up one that is ( Read more... )

It's gotten chilly overnight, so to keep warm, Walter buried himself in a sea of blankets. With the resurfacing of dogs here at HQ, it's really been bothering him. Not that he hates the animals, he has one of his own(His name is Sherlock btw). But his meds aren't here, so being around a ton of dogs, without that medicine...it really makes him sick ( Read more... )