if i didn't want to stay the first night.

five nights

[ she's reading from her spellbook. ]

how boring. i need more spells.

[ yawn. ]

memory spells . . .

dark magic? random magic?

but what spells to practice..

i need to do spells.

. . goodbye, awesome sword. i never knew you.

. . .

hm. tree.

what do i want . . .

[ she's making a pencil float and spin. she's been watching this for five minutes. ]

[ crunch. crunch. the leaves and branches crack under the shape's boots as she wanders through the forest aimlessly. perhaps nearby. ]

. . . i sense something.

i think so. and i don't usually do humor.

how silly.

i lost my umbrella.

salmon.

knife in my leg.

the reason in question.

she is green for an amazing reason.

raise hell.

hm. i can "dig that", as they say.

why not.

can you clean that up.

this guy. not a fan.

i need help on green.

i see doorman.

lash is missing.

i understand. i will get you it by the end of the week.

gwuh?

i haven't stood up in three days.

tell your boyfriend i am disappointed by the wait time.

i ordered this pizza three days ago.

is this pizza even worth it anymore?

. . . still waiting.

yawn. kidding. i don't yawn.

fire alarm.

the term 'broken beyond repair' never made sense to me. i always found a way. this suit. its nice. something i'd wear. this can easily be fixed. it just needs a little care.

i thought a rag was a type of towel. i don't exactly have the best information givers among my known. i think that even if something is messed up, it has value. could still be useful. [ she takes the suit jacket, taking a look at it. inspecting it all over. ] hm.

rags are towels. that is different than that. hm. let me take a look at it.

you are.. messing with towels?

what's this you're messing with?

thoughts. and prizes.

boo.