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"Er. Right," Benzi said, dismissing the name thing. She was LAKE GIRL, and that was that. "You ok there?" he asked, pointing vaguely at her forehead and staring at the ink that now covered bits of her hair. It was quite funny, and Benzi grinned.
Not really afraid of her current stance - LOOK at her, she was covered in INK - Benzi pushed past the girl to take a seat on the white fancy looking bench. "You're funny," he replied, shrugging his shoulders at her before placing the now slightly crumbled parchment on the table. He didn't catch her turning to look behind her - had he seen it, Benzi might have laughed a great deal.
"D'you know what this Apracepium thing is?" he asked, gesturing for her to come take a look. "Just don't spill ink on it 'kay?" It was his new super cool piece of parchment, MUCH more important than her homework. If it even WAS her homework. Did Lake Girl do homework, or did she just fall into lakes and throw fits all day long?
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |