"Iskierka," Paul says, gently, "I need that one back."
It's Paul own fault for leaving the box out. He'd even looked at it on his way out of the bedroom to check on a noise (nothing more alarming than Shinji-kun, the Omen, attempting to play with Shinji-kun, also known as Fido the First, also known as a lizard who is very much still among the living), but he'd already had one foot in the hallway, and he'd only be gone for a few minutes.
It did only take a few minutes, but it clearly took Iskierka less time than that to get bored, because she's holding one of the pencils in her beak.
(He doesn't want to think about the fact she gets bored, now.)
"I'll trade you," he coaxes, plucking up a red pen from where it lies under a partially constructed collage of words on lined notepaper.
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It's Paul own fault for leaving the box out. He'd even looked at it on his way out of the bedroom to check on a noise (nothing more alarming than Shinji-kun, the Omen, attempting to play with Shinji-kun, also known as Fido the First, also known as a lizard who is very much still among the living), but he'd already had one foot in the hallway, and he'd only be gone for a few minutes.
It did only take a few minutes, but it clearly took Iskierka less time than that to get bored, because she's holding one of the pencils in her beak.
(He doesn't want to think about the fact she gets bored, now.)
"I'll trade you," he coaxes, plucking up a red pen from where it lies under a partially constructed collage of words on lined notepaper.