London

I plan to return to London's coven of vampires, Saturday ~ for mere old time's sake, (as they say.) The brat in me aches to encounter that group of pompous vampiric brutes. I crave the challenge, the pretentious war of egos. And I, of course, will come out victorious. (toothy grin)

C'est branlant. Still, my mood softens.

I was awakened today by a warm, wet lick upon my sunken cheek. Grotesque puddles of saliva fell intricately onto my best silk shirt. I immediately realized that the culprit was a large, burly dog.

Preciously, it reminded me of a beloved companion back in the days I found peace with Mojo. I could not help but curiously run my fingers through it's filthed and mangled fur.

Ah, impossible'. That was so long ago. And this is a new age.

It looks like you have to be asleep for her to love on you. ^_^ And I hope that you enjoy your trip, dear! Try not to get into TOO much trouble.

Yes, please exercise some caution, Lestat. We'd hate for anything to happen to you.

London should be fun, anyway. Fantastic city.