http://veritadorata.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] veritadorata.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] bizarronia2011-01-03 12:06 am

WHO'S YOUR PAPA.

Apparently, the Gods decided that the festivities were over, and let Winter be present again. Snow storms had been a common thing the last couple of days. At least today it was a cloudy morning, yet no snow had fallen at all.

His wife was at the tea house, as she usually did after breakfast. As much as he loved her with all his heart... well, girl chat was not his thing.

...oh dear, he WAS sounding like a married man.

Battler shook his head, with a half embarrassed smile on his face. At least he had gotten what he was looking for. It had taken a small, awkward exchange with the Librarian, but he got a mystery novel he hadn't read at all.

Old habits die hard, they say. He had to admit he was excited as a child on Christmas with the idea of spending time with Beato while they both read the novel, trying to discover the truth before the end. Those were his thoughts as he walked on the snow (as SLOW as he could, mind you) back to the tea house.

[identity profile] myloveforyours.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gigglegigglecracklecrackle.]

Thank you very much for coming today~!

[Bows and dissapear in the golden butterfiles. Battler will just try to calm down and find a way to revive Beato.]

[identity profile] dominusvolunta.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She says nothing, even after he dissapears. She's to bitter like to say something.]