[ her panting speeds up in response, but only for a second, with her canine grin extending to create a cute, black-lipped smile and healthy pink tongue. ah, what's this he's offering? instinctually, amaterasu extends her neck to . . . chew on the offered pen tip, but once she realizes it tastes nothing like food, nor does it dissolve in her mouth like food, she leaves it be— but with an added, betrayed sort of stare.
until she starts panting again. anyway— she doesn't do anything that seems to give way to the action of writing. no out-of-the-ordinary movement . . . but ink soon begins to appear on the page in graceful penmanship, in characters that were more closely interpreted as old, old japanese.
by the power of trench and of its sleepers, allen will understand what these characters mean. they read: ]
no subject
until she starts panting again. anyway— she doesn't do anything that seems to give way to the action of writing. no out-of-the-ordinary movement . . . but ink soon begins to appear on the page in graceful penmanship, in characters that were more closely interpreted as old, old japanese.
by the power of trench and of its sleepers, allen will understand what these characters mean. they read: ]
Is this better, Allen?