Warning:

I know that anyone who's been along for the ride on this thing is mostly used to gore and blood disgustingness but like, there is a gross bit in here. Like... really gross. Like, I'm pretty sure for the entire hour after I wrote it my face was stuck with mouth agape and face screwed up in revulsion. So... you've been warned.

Chapter 60:

Laxus measured the two from where he stood, taking stock of the magic he could read off of them from a distance. The one farthest away, with black hair cut short in a military style, didn't seem a mage of much caliber. He looked nervous standing next to the other, a man with sandy hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to shine silver in the dying light of the sunset. He could tell just by the way he held himself that this mage was formidable and Laxus thought he'd been caught as a swift glance was aimed at where he had stepped back around the corner. A chilled wind kicked up, whipping the guard's cloak around him so he'd fumble with it and tear away his sharp gaze. Laxus let out a tight breath, assuming that for the moment he was safe from detection. As the doors groaned slowly shut, the breeze carried their muttered words to him as they headed back for the containment carriage.

"…the Major seemed off?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"He just seemed… tense. It's weird, don't you think, that he's getting so worked up over one guy?"

"He's a murderer, Ashby. You mean to tell me you don't want to catch this guy?"

"Of course I do. It's just… don't you think it's odd that he doesn't want backup?"

"The Major has his reasons."

"He's strange, Serrill. Sometimes I wonder-"

"It would do you best to hold your tongue, unless you want me to report it to the Major when he returns?"

"Of course, Serrill… I didn't mean anything by it…"

Of course, Davian would be here. He was everywhere, it seemed. Or maybe it was just that he was everywhere Laxus needed to be. Whenever he felt he was finally heading in the right direction, the Major was standing in his way. It was like he just knew, like he was always two steps ahead of him, masterfully hiding what Laxus so desperately sought after. He was close, Laxus figured, if he were running into him but that didn't bode well for his chances, chances that he already held just fleetingly by the coattails. He set his jaw, determined that this time he wouldn't be thwarted. This time he'd get his edge, no matter what it took.

But first that meant finding a way in.

Laxus retreated further around the side of the building, casting his eyes down the length of crumbling walls and broken glass. He needed to get inside as quietly as possible. His heart was pounding like some pent-up beast in his chest as he stalked around, looking for a viable option. Although most of the windows were smashed, the panes remained for the most part intact, allowing for nothing much larger than a small animal to get through. Where the damage was more extensive, there were pieces of plywood hastily nailed into place. The door was boarded and he didn't want to risk drawing attention by ripping them free with the Lieutenants stationed so close by, already on alert for disturbances as they awaited their commander.

He wrinkled his nose at a set of windows near the foundation of the old warehouse. Kneeling down to glance in, he could barely make out vague shapes and shadows through the clouded darkness of the dusty glass. He pressed a palm to the pane, testing the sturdiness of the aged wood. With his other hand, he shuddered the whole pane upwards, the noise like the rumble of thunder in his ears. He froze and listened, trying to pick up the voices of the lieutenants to tell if they had heard. He held his breath. An agonizingly slow moment passed with no issue and so he turned back to the window. Slipping his fingers through the crack he'd managed to pry open, he heaved up. Instead of forcing the rusted arm open, the wood frame gave way and splintered underneath his hands. The glass cracked and chinked onto the cement foundation. He gritted his teeth and jerked harder, ripping the entire window out. He heard a voice and in too much of a hurry slipped himself into the small entrance he'd made. He lowered himself down until he was hanging on by just his arms, unable to find the ground despite his height. He suppressed a groan and dropped blindly down. Feet hit uneven ground and he stumbled. Flailing blindly, he managed to land with minimal noise onto a clump of soggy wood shavings.

The sun's ever-failing light wasn't able to pierce through the lining of cracked, grunge-covered windows that used to fill the basement with natural light. Laxus was forced to stand in the darkness, blinking into stirred dust until his eyes adjusted to the faint light. Maybe it was an old boiler room or maybe just an old workshop, it was difficult to tell. Rusted tools and old sawblades littered the place along with rotting, forgotten planks of wood. Rent bits of machinery made a pile in the corner and Laxus fretted to try and gage the substance still left in the old braces that held up the ceiling. This place must have been part of the sawmill at one point but likely abandoned as the structure aged, being made of cheap steel and wood that wasn't fit for surviving the ages. Maybe even the mill owners still possessed it but just left it to be recaptured by nature's natural courses.

Laxus closed his eyes and listened, breathed, felt, channeling things Gajeel had shown him about tracking and relying on something other than just his indomitable power. Slowly, intricacies began to surface that were deeper than his initial taste of damp and cedar and metal. Something smelled foul beneath it all, far worse than the rotting of old beams, and it carried the tang of dried blood. Visions of long dead animals flashed in his mind and he found he had little desire to investigate into where the smell came from. It was the slow, gentle creaking of floorboards far away and above him that had him the most interested. A quiet step, a shuffle, then silence. A beat would pass and it would resume.

Davian, Laxus concluded, and with footsteps that seemed unsure as to what direction to head. It was a noteworthy realization that made him pause. Did he not know what he was looking for either? Wouldn't it be one of his kind that was hiding here? He thought through the few times they'd spoken and recalled something he'd said that had been innocuous at the time and, honestly, Laxus hadn't really decided whether it had been truth or not… something about his family…

"I'm not close with most of them."

Was he lost looking for this guy like Laxus was? And the containment carriage outside… was he here for business? Disregarding the fact that it was one of his own he was putting behind bars, was he actually here to stop the child murders?

He pushed the thoughts to the side. Standing still and ruminating on it would do little. He needed to find whoever was behind this before Davian did. He had a sinking suspicion that as soon as Davian got the guy in the carriage he'd be stuck in dead ends again and that was just something he couldn't allow. No more stagnation, no more digging into things that didn't exist. He had the chance to finally act and he was taking it.

He opened his eyes, now far more accustomed to the darkness than before, and stepped deeper into the basement. Piles of wet sawdust muted his footsteps and so he took little care to be quiet as he walked through the rusting skeletons of engines and tools. He opened the door out of the room and it swung loudly into more piles of sawdust. Cement walls stopped him from heading much deeper in but glancing around he noticed an ancient, rickety wooden staircase heading up.

The fetor grew in its noisomeness as he headed for the exit and his lip curled in disgust against the assault to his senses. His stomach heaved and threatened to make him cast his last meal but he swallowed it down, instinctively bringing up his hand to cover his nose and mouth despite the futility of the action. He slowly became aware of a hum in the air. It vibrated almost like its own living thing, feverish in its mercurial drone. A fly whizzed by his ear and he batted it away, swatting it with the back of his hand and glancing to see a small splot of red from the contact. He clenched his jaw and his eyes focused on a heap near the stairs. Originally thought to be just another pile of shavings, the closer he got the more gelatinous and off-color he realized it to be. Flies, an army of them, jittered and buzzed on, around, and inside the mass, gorging themselves on what looked to be a large gob of meat and hair… and bones. Laxus was starting to make out bones.

"Gods alive…" he wanted to vomit. It wasn't a person, it was what was left over. It was a mass of things that couldn't be consumed, swirls of matted black hair tangled with shredded and bile-soaked bits of clothing. The eye of a skull stared at him, partially hidden by remnants of nearly digested chunks of brown, putrefying flesh and what could have been a torn shoe. Oh gods, the skull was small, far smaller than a grown man's. It was one of the kids, eaten whole and then what was left of them regurgitated onto the ground and left for carrion animals and maggots to pick away at.

Whole, they'd been eaten whole. How big did these things have to get to eat an eight-year-old whole?

"…fucking hell…" he edged past it as if expecting bones to snap together and chase after him like some nightmare awoken from its sleep. He tore his eyes away at the last moment, didn't bother with the stairs and instead just flashed to the top. He was through the door and slamming it shut behind him, only just realizing how sweaty his palms were now that he was away from the remains. His body retched and he had his hand slamming to his mouth again to stop it. He breathed, he settled, he pushed away the awful memory of festering human flesh and focused forward, ignoring the crawling under his skin that felt like maggots writhing with hunger.

He'd been loud when he'd come up the stairs, could still hear the echo of it around him break the stillness, but the rest of the building was also creaking in a way he hadn't heard when he'd been in the basement. Planks were scattered across the floor, only partially concealing soft spots in the woodwork. The room he was in had a massive conveyor belt that disappeared through a hole in the wall, once used to move massive timbers to the saws to be cut down into smaller, more manageable planks. He was staring at the main entrance, shut and barred. Laxus didn't bother to inspect it, he could tell by the shuffle of dust around the door it had been done recently. Davian again, he concluded. But was he trapping himself in or locking the lieutenants out?

There were a few different exits from the room. One leading where the conveyor belt disappeared to, one leading to another sealed and barred door, and one more that seemed to head deeper into the old mill. There were shuffles in the sawdust and Laxus gritted his teeth, following them. He skirted the footsteps, skulking alongside them and attempting to be as silent as possible. He was no good at it, though, and he felt that he was tromping around on the groaning floors like a bull. Occasionally, he'd hear a noise from ahead. It was never much, the shuffle of a foot, possibly another cry from the tired boards. As he rounded a bend he just barely caught sight of a white cloak and his heart hammered faster in his chest. He didn't have a plan for when he finally caught up to Davian, all he knew was he was going to stop him. As he turned after him he was shocked to find himself standing in an empty hall and he froze.

There was the flutter of a breathy exhale that Laxus swore he could feel ghosting up his neck as the ring of a sabre being unsheathed broke the thick quiet in the air. A sharp point landed gingerly against the back of his neck and words leeched through him, each syllable every bit as severe and cold as the point of the blade pricking against his flesh.

"Can I help you, Mr. Dreyar?"

"Was ambushing me from behind really necessary?" Laxus chuckled back at him, stepping forward so the blade lost its purchase against his skin and slid harmlessly from him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Davian flick his wrist and sheath it once more, the hilt falling to place with an audible click.

"I would hope you are aware of how absolutely terrible you are at stalking?" he eyed him over his glasses, not even attempting to hide his predatory eyes.

"Who said I was stalking?" Laxus smirked and Davian looked at him skeptically.

"Hmm… yes, well, I do hope you enjoyed whatever it was you were doing, then, because it ends now."

Laxus stepped up to him, using his height to his advantage so Davian would have to crane his neck back to look at him, "And why is that?"

"Because I am here on official business, Mr. Dreyar," he removed his glasses and pulled out a small compact which he slid them delicately into, not in the least bit intimidated by Laxus as he towered above him, "unless, that is, you're prepared to be put under arrest?"

"Arrest me?" he raised an eyebrow at him, "For what?"

"Excluding trespassing or breaking and entering?" the corner of Davian's lip quirked up slightly as he spoke, a quiet haughtiness in his voice, "Probable cause would work just fine. As I'm sure you're well aware there have been a string of kidnappings in the area and a large man skulking around an old, abandoned warehouse would look obscenely suspicious to, well, anyone who should happen by."

"You're not going to arrest me, Davian," he rested his palms in his pockets, mocking Davian's arrogant grin.

"Oh? And why not?"

Lightning snapped around him, just barely skirting from Davian's reach and the shorter man's eyes narrowed just slightly, "If you try, I'll bring this whole place down. After a big light show, I doubt it'll be easy to cover up whatever's here."

His mouth opened slightly and a quiet scoff escaped him, "Are you attempting to strong-arm me, Mr. Dreyar? Again?"

Laxus merely shrugged, "You said it."

"Do you remember how well that worked for you last time? Not well, if I do remember correctly."

"Eh? Is that what you think?" Laxus dared to take a step closer, nearly chest to chest with him now, and Davian's cool façade broke. He almost seemed to snarl.

"You smell absolutely horrid."

"I smell bad? Have you been to the basement yet?"

Cynical confusion etched across his face, "Why would I-?"

Davian's eyes widened.

"Do you allhave a thing for killin' kids?" Laxus snarled, looking down at him with every bit of his repressed wrath threatening to show itself right then and there.

Davian's scowl deepened and his voice took an edge that it hadn't even had when they'd spoken in the snow. He sounded feral and a hiss snuck into his voice, suddenly unearthed by his raw ire, "Do not lump me with the likes of him."

"Give me a good reason," lightning snapped from his fists but Davian didn't back down from him and his eyes shone up at him with clear malice.

For a moment, he looked like he was actually going to contest him in his outrage when, without warning, he turned his head away. Davian stepped back from him and cleared his throat, quickly hiding some emotion that had crossed his face in that instant. It looked like remorse, or possibly shame, and Laxus found that he couldn't quite keep a grip on his anger; he was completely derailed.

"Maybe I did not express myself clearly before," he was suddenly more reserved and his words felt like water trapped in a deep, muddy pit of sand unable to glide back to the sea, "the more you press this issue, Mr. Dreyar, the more harm will come to you. This is not safe."

"I've never been one to care about my safety, especially when those I care about are involved," he wasn't sure if Davian could sense the finality in his tone of it he was just giving up but he watched Laxus out of the side of his eyes, drumming his thumb against the hilt of his blade.

"I can't help but wonder what you hope to accomplish, Mr. Dreyar."

"What do you mean?"

"This… avenue… that you're attempting to pursue," he motioned vaguely behind Laxus, farther down the corridor to a crumbling door that awaited something to swing it from its hinges, "what awaits you cannot help you achieve your goals."

"How do you know what my goals are?" Laxus narrowed his eyes at him but Davian remained composed, gently tugging his hands free from his gloves and stuffing them into his pockets.

"I'd assume all of this is to free your other, is it not? To procure some evidence that's been missed and prove his innocence?" the questions didn't need answered and Davian didn't seem to be willing to wait for him to do so, "The beast that resides here doesn't care about who's in jail. It doesn't care about you or me or Bianca. It follows its own whims, its hungers and animality… something that has begotten me here in an attempt to bring it to some semblance of justice. The answers you're looking for, Mr. Dreyar, simply aren't here."

"I don't think that's really true," Laxus eyed him pointedly, "You seem to be involved in an awful lot, Major."

Davian stepped up to him then, and without warning he placed a hand to Laxus's crossed arms, "Allow me to save you from wasting your time, Mr. Dreyar. Rest easy knowing that the atrocities that have taken place in this small town are swiftly coming to an end. Chase more fruitless ventures elsewhere."

Laxus suddenly felt very lost, wondering why in the hell he was standing in this place anymore. Davian wasn't meeting his eyes but he strangely felt he could trust what the Major had said. Truly, there was no reason for him to be there. Davian could more than handle himself against whatever was here and bring it to justice. If there was no way for Laxus to use this to get Gajeel out of jail then what really was the point?

Dismal misery started to seep into his chest.

Who was he trying to kid? He didn't have an investigative bone in his body, knew nothing about the world he was diving headfirst into. Even Krew had shown him how absolutely over his head he was. Trying to get Gajeel out of jail was hopeless, being here in the first place was foolhardy and so far off the beaten path that he was starting to wonder how they'd even gotten to this place. He felt small and frail, unable to fight for the people he cared for and protect them. Was he just destined to fail from the start? Had fate had this in her plans all along and he'd just been too proud to accept it? He wasn't a stranger to having people pulled from his life. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised it would happen with Gajeel too…

"If you'd wait for me at the front entrance, Mr. Dreyar," Davian withdrew from him and as he stepped away he moved to pull his gloves back from his pocket and slip them on, "Maybe we can have a more productive conversation when I'm not on duty."

Through his dreary haze he found himself nodding his head in agreement and he stepped past him back towards the front of the mill. He didn't hear Davian leave; for all he knew he could have still been standing there watching him as he trudged on. He felt utterly stupid. All of that work, everything Krew had been put through, and day after day of their stakeout was for nothing. And what was worse, they had no direction to go from here. They had no other leads, nothing else to look into…

…no, that wasn't right.

They had another place to look. Where was it? He felt confused. Maybe Mira would remember when he got out to her. Surely, she would be waiting with Juvia at her side at this point. He'd gather them up and they'd leave and go… somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't here in Oleander. It was strange, he was having a harder and harder time remembering why they'd even come in the first place. What was it that they'd intended to track down? It involved children, didn't it? Or possibly not… possibly something else…

Why…? Why was he ruminating so much over this…? What even wasthis…?

He was making his way towards the exit when he passed the same door he'd entered, the one leading down to the basement and the jarring horror that waited there.

That was right. It was children. Four of them had gone missing, had been kidnapped, by… something… something that ate human flesh… an animal?

He blinked as he stared at the doorway, the stench of decay just barely making its way to him from where he was at the top of the stairwell.

The victims… at least they would get their peace…

It must have been horrible. He wondered how the kid had ended up in the basement. Had he tried to fight and run? Had he still been alive when it all happened or did the beast have the heart to kill its prey before eating it? How many poor mothers were weeping with the thought that their babies might still be coming home, unaware that their last resting place was here? How awful it must be to be eaten…

Eaten… by something… something… something that wasn't just an animal that could simply be hunted down and killed. An animal that had dragged its prey to an abandoned mill on the outskirts of town where screams for help couldn't be heard…

This wasn't just an animal, this was something bigger, far more heinous, and intelligent.

Something wasn't right.

Almost mechanically, he took a step back and turned, glancing back the way he came, to the darkness that swallowed the dusk light like a black hole.

The thought slowly began to bubble to the surface, pulling itself inch by inch through muddled horror, confusion, disjunction…

They hadn't come here for Gajeel's case.

They'd come here to track one of the bastards down and get information on Davian, on Father, on why revenge was so important to either of them. Laxus had come here looking for a fight, not answers, and here he was just walking away?

He knew this.

He knew this feeling.

The more he fought through the haze the more he recognized it. Bianca had done this to him, had made him sit when he desperately wanted to stand. She'd forced him to become complacent while she slipped her hands down his hips, wrested him under control like some docile lamb… and now Davian had done the same thing. Laxus had been turned around, told to go back, and like an impressionable child he'd followed along without question. He'd been manipulated.

He clenched his teeth and growled.

Not again. He wouldn't blindly follow without a fight. Not this time.

He surged forward, ready to flash through the halls after Davian, when he noticed something. One of the doors that had been closed before was open, swinging lazily back and forth on its hinges from some sort of disturbance. An anxious feeling rolled in the pit of his stomach but he approached anyway, ignoring what was telling him to turn back. It was probably residual magic, he told himself, one of Davian's tricks.

The door led to a set of concrete stairs. Looking up he immediately noticed red, a partial handprint dragged up the wall. He steeled himself, telling himself he'd be ready for whatever he found. Ascending the stairs went without issue and he found himself at a landing leading to a catwalk. Up here he could see each of the sectioned areas of the old mill. It was far more massive than the outside of it led one to believe, and Laxus's eyes fell on massive saws and small cranes made for lifting hefty timbers, long rusted over due to the elements dripping in through cracks and holes in the roof. The sound of voices met his ears and he stared out at the catwalk, eyeing what anchored it to the roof.

"No turning back now," Laxus muttered and stepped out onto aged wooden planks. He tested his weight, felt the entire thing shutter beneath him but hold. He shook his head and brought his other foot forward, waiting for the whole thing to give weigh beneath him. Step after step he made his way across, one hundred yards or two he wasn't sure. The voices grew louder and he recognized Davian's immediately.

"…found you at last."

"Orthinoss…" the voice that replied sounded like a hoarse breath though it echoed through the air as if it'd been shouted. As he made it to the next landing, Laxus's eyes caught the flash of white from Davian's cloak. He crouched down, his eyes training on the figure sitting opposite the Major on some broken pieces of a conveyor belt. He was taller than Davian, probably taller than even Laxus, with broad shoulders and thick arms. Long, straight hair fell past his shoulders, matted and uncombed. Though he had human features, there was no way he'd blend in to normal society. Even from such a distance Laxus could see large slanted eyes, bright and yellow like Davian's but wider and round. His mouth was full of serrated teeth and speaking caused a long black tongue to lash out, "It'ss been long…"

"My name is Davian and you will address me properly."

Laxus could hear a breathy laugh, "…pathetic…"

"You've been quite active as of late and none too discrete," Davian's hand was on his hilt and he stood with back straight, body facing the other man, looking ready for a fight instead of civil conversation.

"Have I?" a growl reverberated in his voice and stood. Some small white pieces of something fell from his lap. Bones, Laxus realized, broken and dry as if he'd been snapping them for fun or to suck out the marrow. Laxus wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Four disappearances in the course of six months? Did you think you'd go unnoticed?"

"And what is little brothergoing to do?" the way he pronounced the words made Laxus think it was an insult but Davian showed no reaction to it, "It expects me to dine on trash, instead? Like some weakling?"

"There are a vast many things to eat aside from children, Rut," Davian's voice was harsh and clipped. He was openly looking down his nose at his brother, "But of course I'm not cold to your repugnance. Shall I explain to Father you'd prefer exposure to curbing your tastes?"

Rut stepped forward, eyes glistening in the dim light and he laughed mockingly, "Big words for such a small thing."

"Yes, I always forget your wit is as slim as your teeth are sharp. Allow me to try again, more monosyllabic this time," his tone turned even more sardonic, "I'll tell Father you don't care about us being found as long as you can eat what you want."

"Uss? Since when has itever been one of us?" Rut stepped forward again, closing the distance between them slowly.

"I am as much a part of Father as you are, whether you like it or not… one might argue more," he wasn't gloating, but the words were laced with poison.

"Iss that what it thinks?" Rut began circling him, eyes large and watching, tongue flickering out more as he became agitated, "Just because he's Father's son he's one of us?"

Davian didn't turn his head to watch him. His eyes stayed forward, his mouth clamped shut. Laxus watched as Rut circled, looking more and more like a predator toying with its prey. He was surprised. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but Davian seemed aggressive and his fist was balled around the hilt of his sword as if it took a lot of effort just to remain still. Rut approached him from behind, loomed above him and placed his hands on Davian's shoulders.

"Orthinos… I smell man on him…"

"Well, Rut, as I am half man it should go without saying that I would smell like one," he jerked his shoulders away so Rut would release his grip and he turned slightly to gaze back at him.

"Did little brother bring someone with him?"

Laxus's eyes widened. Was it smelling him?

"So slow in the mind today? I do so hope you get it from your mother," Davian sneered, cocking his head to the side as his wicked smile spread across his face, "Oh, apologies, do you prefer to call her your sister?"

A growl ripped through Rut's chest as he lunged. His massive hand gripped Davian's collar, "It mocks my parenthood when it can't even properly use a glamour… like an infant."

Davian's smile faltered and muted anger crossed his features, "It would do you well not to touch me so casually."

"Halfbreed runt, that's all it is…" Rut towered over him and when his black tongue flickered out Davian's jaw clenched, "…it acts like man, it smells like man. Me thinks it has not a bit of Father in it."

"And yet Iam the Favorite Son," Davian's voice was hostile and tense. He smacked Rut's hand from his throat and spoke with words laced with poison, "Come with me quietly, Rut. Do not make me use deadly force."

"Force? Me?" he laughed and cold fingers crawled down Laxus's spine at hearing it, "It thinks it can arrest me?"

"I am not asking again,"

Rut reared, eyes wild with hunger and loathing, "I do not follow the laws of men!"

"Then you can die like a beast," Davian bared his teeth and Rut charged for him. Davian's sword rang as he pulled it from his scabbard but instead of stabbing it forward he slammed its hilt into his ribs. A swift kick sent him cartwheeling away in a feat of strength that made Laxus stiffen in surprise. Rut hurtled into rusted machinery with enough force to bend metal. He gasped and sputtered, throwing his head back in the throes of pain when his wild eyes landed on Laxus's hiding spot. Confusion was plastered on his features before a large, face-tearing smile curled across his face. He slumped forward, landing on his hands and knees with that maniacal smile never leaving, and he began to laugh.

"Last chance, Rut," Davian warned, walking towards him, but the laughter rose in pitch and hysteria until suddenly Laxus was aware he was speaking words.

"First you, then the man."

Davian stopped in his pursuit and slowly, a black tongue slithered past his lips as he tasted the air. His head turned and eyes focused on Laxus. There was no confusion, no horror, just pure, unmasked rage waiting in those yellow eyes as they gripped Laxus where he had been watching the exchange. He opened his mouth as if to say something but the sudden screech of metal tearing gave him enough time to realize Rut was shooting forward. A hand reached out and grew in size, fingers wrapping around Davian's torso and lifting him off of the ground, his sabre clattering to the concrete floor. Peach skin suddenly gave way to navy scales that ripped open his flesh like paper as he transformed swiftly and violently into a gigantic monitor, almost ten feet tall with a tail that sheered heavy machinery from where they had laid like mere toys.

"Firssst youuu… thenn the maannn…"

Author's Note:

Firssst youuu... thenn the maannn...

Rut is not a smart bean. Like, really, he is a stupid, stupid bean.

More on that later.

Sorry this one was a little late. It's been a crazy weekend.

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful week. You're all beautiful beans.