When real things happen to imaginary people

After a day of fighting with un- and re-installing tools for the dayjob (oh G-d, the depths of my loathing for SQL installation cannot be adequately expressed with mere words, there are hand gestures and eye rolling involved), I tried to work on writing. Yeah, not so much. So I altered a jacket, and then performed the Ceremony Of Fangs on two of clovisdvlbunny's clone minions.



Morvis is on the left, Dreivis is on the right. Clovis looks rather smug, doesn't he?