I heard there were zombies at last night's event. I'm rather glad I didn't go, though it could have been enjoyable to take out some frustration on the undead. My previous encounters with the like, however, have left me wary of them, to say the least. I still can't eat wasabi.

I've also been told that Fuu is getting herself into more trouble. If this has caused a major inconvenience, please let me know. I don't know how, but...it will be dealt with.

(locked to Fuu)
What's going on, Fuu? I come back from a brief vacation only to hear that not one but two highly trained professional killers want to hurt you? We need to have lunch again. Soon. That was not a request.
(/lock)

You know what is strange? Every single one of my students managed to complete an assignment properly. No grammatical errors. But every single essay they turned in to me was an invitation to this party that Lupin appears to be throwing.

...how does that man do these things?

I suddenly feel as though I could actually learn something from him. He's like a ninja. Only not as disciplined.

Pain of past long bled
Love cannot heal that which binds
Never cease to try

I love Mugen.

There, I said it, publicly. Now I want people to give me time to fix things that I broke. Give me time.

If that girl tries to abuse me like that again I will have her head. That may sound harsh, but a woman has never pushed me so far past patience as quickly as she, and having known Fuu, that is saying quite a bit.

I do, however, enjoy teaching Dean little things. The young man is enthusiastic, if nothing else.

I am still moderately upset that we lost the pillow war. Mostly because I had it won before I was tackled and the bounty hunter cheated.

I am going to bed now.

Is it just me, or did I look oddly good in a red Nazi uniform?

I am not as averse to building relationships as originally thought, it appears.

Also...I enjoy giving gifts. Who would have thought.

Ms. Triana, I hope you enjoy yours.

There are times you know you should really just stop, right? I'm generally very aware of those moments, but they seem to have snuck up on me quite a bit lately. Nothing I've done is shameful, of course, but I've certainly had too much to drink in the past few days.

Mugen thinks I should apply to be a cook for that band he's in the employ of. I'm not sure how much of that is motivated by his stomach and how much by the prospect of living under the same roof as me again. Living under a roof with me at all, really. Interesting proposition.

That being said, there is more grading to do. One would not think that kanji was this difficult, but apparently it is.

Oh, and Miss Triana, happy belated birthday. Your present will arrive shortly. With such short notice, I'm afraid I had to scramble a bit for something appropriate.

I went to a party. Again, without Mugen, who has utterly abandoned me more often than not. But I had an interesting conversation with a green haired man. I believe his name was Spike.

The gift I got Pierre seemed well received, and the one from Triana was gracious and thoughtful. ( Triana, please read )

I am not so sure how I feel about Mugen moving to Mordhaus, but he seems upset enough by it that I will not stand in his way.

For now, that is all. Students and paper grading awaits me.

...Never mind. I found him, as it happens.

And a job, thank goodness. I don't think he'd eaten in days when he finally tracked me down. And drinking sake doesn't count as a meal.

I'm not entirely sure why I even created this thing. More often than not, I want to avoid being found, rather than the other way around.

...has anyone seen an annoyingly confident, poorly trained, bushy haired fighter wandering around? He has tattoos. He's been missing for a few days.