015 || Of Dirt, Dust and Ink

[crimsonmischief]

[There's a couple of dirt smudges that accompany the messy scrawl that finally appears across the journals after a long bout of ink silence.]

Ah, my apologies for forgetting about my journal for such a long time! It seems to have gotten buried and then lost underneath all the things I've accumulated over the past month or so...

[Someone's been

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[snowburned]

It looks like you need to wash your hands.

[crimsonmischief]

Ah, yes, housekeeping would perhaps appreciate that...

[Tracking dirt all over the place? Him? Never!]

[snowburned]

What were you doing, anyway? Gardening?

[crimsonmischief]

Digging through the Scavenger's Yard.

[Well... That's the truth all meshed together, right?]

[snowburned]

Really?

[crimsonmischief]

Yes~! I was trying to find something I remembered!

[snowburned]

And did you?

[crimsonmischief]

Oh indeed~! Bastet-san was quite helpful!

[By lending him the space under her shop, that is.]

[snowburned]

I didn't know she was much of a digger.

[crimsonmischief]

Oh, no! She just told me where it would be best to do so!

[snowburned]

So you're saying she's more of a surveyor.

[crimsonmischief]

I am her errand boy after all~!

[snowburned]

She's got quite a few of those.

[crimsonmischief]

So it would seem!