I heard Christmas is coming up. Not too sure what it is exactly but I think it's safe to assume it's 'Thanksgiving'-like? Eating, family, more eating...oh, and gift giving. I guess I better start shopping for presents now, right?

I'm sure all of you are really, really nice people but please stop following me. And pulling at my hair. And petting it.

And for the last time, no sorry I will not be 'freeing my hair from its torture'.

((I couldn't help doodling a little distraught Ruka. Sorry for the awful door and walls. ><))

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Add the sharp throbbing pain in my head and we've got a winning combination. I don't where I am, if this is all just an illusion or maybe I've just simply died, but I know I can't stay here. They're burning women on stakes.

I have to do something.

((Ruka's so noble, huh?))