all seven of the deadly sins

Tate wasn't sure the threats were entirely gone, but things had been quiet lately. He's still on decently high alert, happy to split watches with his companion. They don't have a deadline to stick to at the moment. Instead, they're living large, hovering somewhere between the Hallows and home. Kiriko would be having her puppies any day now, and he needed to make doubly certain there would be no more surprises. Something about eating the new queen... that wouldn't be great. Yeah. Everything seemed square, above board, all that.

Part of the glory of split watch? Tate could stay up late. He'd already packed up much of camp, satisfied that any trace of the hunters was off his radar. Sending Kaiju off for a much needed nap, he lit his pipe and and settled to look out over the fjord. Late spring sunset painting the sky with pinks, it was still pretty early. Content to work on his latest carving project beside the fire for the evening, really a nice way to spend the night. Though he'd initially picked the location to camp because it was close to the last intel they had on their mark, it was also just nice here.

"Potato"