049// pagan poetry
Look, we'll just do it like this until we get some other paper. Pass me the blanket.
No, the other one.
No--dammit, I'll get it.
(ooc: Bastet has had quite enough of Sniper singing to her--she thinks it's weird. So now, mid-conversation, she's decided they'll be talking over the journal until they get non-journal paper to use.)
No, the other one.
No--dammit, I'll get it.
(ooc: Bastet has had quite enough of Sniper singing to her--she thinks it's weird. So now, mid-conversation, she's decided they'll be talking over the journal until they get non-journal paper to use.)