Walter drove back into town in the early morning/late night and went directly to his room. He was exhausted. There was something about traveling over six decades that was rather draining at times. But he'd had a bloody fine time, and he was back. Had it been two weeks? It was a pity he'd left without informing anyone, but sometimes, there just wasn ( Read more... )

So, traveling with someone from old money (quite literally) had some real advantages. One of them was the private jet Walter was half-dozing on, Vlad nearby ( Read more... )

After a day spent in New Orleans, Walter had contact lenses again, a few new books on current technology and weapons, a fantastic take-out dinner, and a good mood ( Read more... )

Walter decided it was politic not to go out among his fellow students too much, since he wasn't particularly broken up about Thelma's death, but many people were.

His door stood open and Pup would occasionally trot out into the hallway to see if there were any invaders to maim, torture, and destroy any new people to play with. Or squirrels to ( Read more... )

Walter had his rubbers, he had a backpack with a packed lunch that should manage to feed both himself and Nadia, and he had a book on plants and animals of Louisiana that he'd managed to get his hands on over the weekend ( Read more... )

After the fun of the brawl in class, Walter went back to his room to collect Pup and bring him along to visit Vlad while he told him about Arthur.

Pup wagged more and more frantically the closer they got to Blenner's home until he was practically vibrating like a tuning fork by the time they made it upstairs and to the door to knock.

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Walter had offered Nadia dinner and dinner he had prepared. He decided it didn't really matter what he cooked as long as there was plenty of hot sauce to go with it, so he had lamb and rice stuffed tomatoes and peppers and a big bottle of hot sauce ( Read more... )

Not sleeping was getting old. It was getting very old ( Read more... )

Walter sat with his feet dangling out his bedroom window and smoked cigarette after cigarette ( Read more... )

After a handwaved drive into New Orleans and Vlad's kindly "convincing" the concierge that there was no problem with finding the pair a cottage, the two had been comfortably ensconced in their quarters for the weekend.

The rest of the night's activities might be left to the imagination.

When breakfast was delivered, Walter forced himself out of ( Read more... )