"I am. And I invite your boss to try and stop me." An empty threat, as much a lie as its now definitely empty promise to return. Ink turned on its heel, pushing itself off the bookcase and (pun intended please laugh) booking it for the door into the next room. The best thing it could no now was pray it remembered the layout of the house. And be fast. Maybe drawing paws on its shoes helped with that.
"How long do you want this conversation to be? Because that question could exponentially lengthen the chat." Mental death? Like this guy had any room to talk about mental death. "Old home stuff. Safe to say you won't be hearing much about it."
such is warriors name progression. Your average background character will go through at least three names in their lifetime. That's how the naming convention works.
(I like being able to read back the things I wrote and memechats cut off after a bit so you can't see older messages. I personally prefer comments just for that. If you really want to we can, or we can make like. a private image to comment on to kinda have the best of both worlds?)
Kaycee flinched. It was just a tiny pinch, practically imperceptible, but the idea of getting bitten by a spider still troubled them a little. They had long prided themself on having never been bit by a spider, stung by a bee, all that. Then again, nobody was going to know.
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"Now what?" they asked after a moment.
