Oh, Sebby… why don’t you tell me about that time you hunted man-eating tigers.
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Silly late night doodles -.-
“but I have to warn you, Sebby… we don’t play nice…”
Jim from IT and Seb from PR.
For the wonderful @has-a-type, my amazing Jim.
Seb’s cover job is working in the public relations department at Barts and the London, which involves entirely too much interacting with other people in an office setting for his liking, and not enough murdering people in an office environment for his liking. His favorite pastime is ringing the IT department with a computer problem, then, when Jim is about halfway through troubleshooting the issue, sighing loudly and declaring that “this would be so much easier on my Mac.” He smokes Kreteks and rides to work on a Vespa, and doesn’t actually need glasses — along with anything else he can do to ensure that his Seb from PR persona is an utter wang.
Moran’s Travel Blog- part 13
April, 11th
We did make it to Calais and the first thing Jim demanded as we step on French ground is that I fall to my knees in front of him and shout ‘Vive le roi’. My French is rusty yet I don’t need a translation to that part. I tell Jim to sod off but his reply makes me change my mind though as he tells me if I don’t do it /he/ will drive the car.
I hate it when people stare at me as if I’m the crazy one.
I love this Travel Blog series.
Teasers for my and Abigail’s project we’ve been working on. This is gunna be good!









