listen and wait for the echoes of angels that won't return

And next time I feel like staying up all night reading Howl's Moving Castle and then attempt to write, will someone stop me?

David, who is a dear boy but already displaying alarming traits of independence, has decided to turn into Howl with a self-esteem problem and a slightly nicer personality. Partly Michael and partly Howl, then. *headdesk* Oh Lord.

Jesse is still his flippant ho' self, for which I shall be eternally grateful.

I really wish I could refer to Tasha as something other than 'the boy' or 'the kid', but he's frigging unconscious. Huh.

I should probably be writing physics notes and not crazy stories about hookers, but if the muses are actually talking for once I'm not about to pass up the opportunity.