"Words were all he knew; they possessed and overwhelmed him, as if they were a thousand white cats with whom he shared a one-bedroom apartment. (In fact, he did not like cats, because they could not talk and would not listen.)"
As soon as things what were in the air are no longer...um...in the air, and I get my ass over to Panopticon, I will let you know. If possible, I will get pics.
Alas, I must confess that I am a manga poseur, and have no idea who anyone is unless they're in Hellsing, Little Pet Shop of Horrors, or Bizengast. Yep. I'm lame. But! I'm sure you'll make a smashing Valentine.
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