★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 26. Quill “Quill. QUILL! WHERE’S MY QUILL!?” Tyler rummaged through his bag, trying to look for his favorite quill. Meanwhile, Lucy was scribbling away in her homework. How far could a quill go in a library? Which lucky for Tyler, the librarian hadn’t heard him. “Hush up and sit. I’ll lend you one of mine,” Lucy spoke, digging into her bag and taking out a purple one.
Taking it into his hand, Tyler just stared at the colorful feather. “You actually expect me to write with this?” “Fine here,” she said, handing him a pink one. Sighing, Tyler had no other choice.
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Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface; |