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Things are Happening in Kingfisher Green. Mostly people are dying and babies are being born. I didn't take pictures of the former, because it depresses me. So here's a batch of pictures of the people who are still alive.
Kipling moved in. Luke jumped at the chance.
Nothing like playing hacky sack in a formal gown.
And then it was off to Kaede District on a honeymoon, to make out in front of sacred shrines and amuse the natives.
I like Baxter. I think I will have to nudge someone in his direction eventually.
Kipling and Luke ended their honeymoon by getting jobs. Kipling is less than thrilled.
"Ew, don't touch me, you have old man germs."
Winston does not approve of these whippersnappers, and wishes they would get the fuck off his lawn. (It's not his lawn. He doesn't care.)
Later, he dramatized the incident to Sawyer, who did not give a shit.
I built a beach.
It looks pretty at night.
Isaac and Glauce volunteered to christen the bench for me. Will watched, because he gets off on that.
Augustine decides to enjoy a day at the beach, despite being a vampire type.
Augustine is a limbo victor.
Mac is not. That's not very helpful, Brody.
Will's idea of a date: take the lady friend to the park at two a.m., then ride the merry-go-round and leave her to roll her eyes with a neighbor.
Kipling mourns Glauce by throwing a tantrum.
Mac's restaurant, the Dry Flamingo. The name is nonsensical, as there are no flamingos, dry or otherwise, to be found on the premises.
I know that's supposed to be an egg in there, but it looks like an eyeball to me.
These two are as amorous and sappy as ever.
Kipling and Luke's new baby, Lovecraft. I was reading Call of Cthulhu when she was born and joked with myself that I should name her that, and then I actually did it.
I will spare you the long and rambling explanation of why Hattie lives with Luke and Kipling, and just say that she likes being surrogate grandma.
Evil witches remind me of tyrannosaurus rex. In this case, it's rather appropriate.
"It's HOW big?"
Real life continues to depress me, blah, blah, blah.
Kipling moved in. Luke jumped at the chance.
Nothing like playing hacky sack in a formal gown.
And then it was off to Kaede District on a honeymoon, to make out in front of sacred shrines and amuse the natives.
I like Baxter. I think I will have to nudge someone in his direction eventually.
Kipling and Luke ended their honeymoon by getting jobs. Kipling is less than thrilled.
"Ew, don't touch me, you have old man germs."
Winston does not approve of these whippersnappers, and wishes they would get the fuck off his lawn. (It's not his lawn. He doesn't care.)
Later, he dramatized the incident to Sawyer, who did not give a shit.
I built a beach.
It looks pretty at night.
Isaac and Glauce volunteered to christen the bench for me. Will watched, because he gets off on that.
Augustine decides to enjoy a day at the beach, despite being a vampire type.
Augustine is a limbo victor.
Mac is not. That's not very helpful, Brody.
Will's idea of a date: take the lady friend to the park at two a.m., then ride the merry-go-round and leave her to roll her eyes with a neighbor.
Kipling mourns Glauce by throwing a tantrum.
Mac's restaurant, the Dry Flamingo. The name is nonsensical, as there are no flamingos, dry or otherwise, to be found on the premises.
I know that's supposed to be an egg in there, but it looks like an eyeball to me.
These two are as amorous and sappy as ever.
Kipling and Luke's new baby, Lovecraft. I was reading Call of Cthulhu when she was born and joked with myself that I should name her that, and then I actually did it.
I will spare you the long and rambling explanation of why Hattie lives with Luke and Kipling, and just say that she likes being surrogate grandma.
Evil witches remind me of tyrannosaurus rex. In this case, it's rather appropriate.
"It's HOW big?"
Real life continues to depress me, blah, blah, blah.