|| { 106: allegro con brio, feroce } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[today, music room, skinny kid with a conductor's baton.

that recording is on at full blast. he is having a blast air-conducting the shit out of it.

where has he been for the past couple of months? hiding out in the city because of a hideously ugly loss WHO KNOWS]

[[ooc: open, feel free to pester however, he won't bite too hard :D]]

Comments

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Mm. It's a change of page, but not detestable. Time will tell, I guess.

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

As long as you keep track of it, of course. Well, if that will be all, you can expect me in your attic in a week. [IS HE KIDDING...]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he thinks very hard about throwing something at him.]

You'll have to say hello to the new guest if you haven't already.

wow email nice job losing this notif :T

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[:3c]

Oh really? Another stray? Who is it?

i will punch it in its face.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Śmierć, of course. It's fitting that he would choose to stay.

[which, if Joshua is caught up in his languages, means 'death' in Polish. Zelman smiles, a bizarre sort of honest smile--but it's not there for long, as he turns to leave, waving lazily behind him.]

I think you'd see eye-to-eye on a few things.

my hero.... swoon

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[... an actual, bizarrely honest smile when Zelman turns his back. THIS IS CREEPY] La petit mort... Well. If not a proper move in, I think I will bother to drop in every so often.