[Will nods emphatically, scooting off the table he's been sitting on for the entire conversation and ducking under it, then coming back up with two handfuls of scraps of paper. They've all been doodled on, trees and birds and people's faces and cool rocks, all with burned-off pieces of wood and one precious stub of a pencil he found in a corner somewhere.]
these ones aren't very good. i miss crayons and markers and stuff.
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these ones aren't very good. i miss crayons and markers and stuff.