STILL getting paint out of his hair. BT

sighs to himself quietly, he actually was doing some of this mountain of work.

couldn't sleep.. He sat in front of his piano, running his fingers lightly over the keys.

goes home taking off his cravat and button down shirt staying in his under shirt, his neck was sore.

opens the window to his music room, he sat at his piano and began to play.

*might* be eating cake... He hoped Gilbert didn't find out.

a bad craving for cake...

just remembered, he needed to have a talk with Alfred.

made a cake for Italy's birthday and is trying to get a hold of him.

a bit amazed, he had lost some weight already, he even gained a bit of muscle definition, though not much.