{ the soft rustling of footfall , as a curious head peeks into view . an expression of surprise , followed by the furrowing of a brow . }
โ coco . . . .แฃ โ
โ iโm afraid i can't . all the ink gets mixed up , especially with this quantity of it . โ
{ like a sensory overload , a small noise of nausea as he rubbed his head - trying to focus only brought on a headache . there was no way sasaran ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ , that
โหเฟ โyour trick?โ spared no glance, fingers remaining outstretched toward the earth. โif it can help, use it. thereโs enough residue here to attempt it again. itโsโฆ potent.โ
โ i suspect you'll be wanting this . i have no use for tampered ink , but you seemed rather . . . interested . it will be purified soon , not to worry . โ
{ . . . since when could he do that .แฃ }
{ he relaxed , as of breathing had gotten a