She snapped the notebook shut. "Bat! Isn't this Nullite ink??"
"No. That's just for tattoos."
She sighed, stood up, and moved to a different place in the warehouse.
She sputtered and took the bird. She opened her mouth to yell at it, but paused and pet it instead. She couldn't be mad at something small and feathery.
She has her sword, and the paper and pen
She's drawn a flying bird with perfect shading and perfect everything. like absolutely incredibly perfect
besides that I can't think of anything besides maybe keys in her pocket or boot or smth
Ofc he still has that it was the first thing his best friend ever gave him be quiet and stop asking questions
He jumped. I don’t think she’s scared of anything. Besides Narrators in general, obviously.