Nov. 8th
Izumo is sitting under the willow tree out by the pond. He's lurking. Okay, he's sulking, and throwing bits of bread out to the fish. He's attracted a pair of ducks, too, pretty ones that look like the mandarin ducks he's used to. He's wearing jeans and bright pink socks and an oversized sweatshirt with Up Yours printed across the front.
He's still not feeling very pleased with the world right now. And his medication levels are still a little off.