ArtBlott
Just the Worst
Blott had never been to London, but now didn't seem like a good time to go touristing. She dipped her pen into the pool of black ich she had expelled and flicked the lever on the side, drawing the darkness into its' inner cartridge.
She considered seeing if anyone had any paper, she could use some new shoes if she was going to keep running like this. It turned out there wasn't time, as once again she heard Genevieve's cry of alarm, and it was back to running again.
She considered seeing if anyone had any paper, she could use some new shoes if she was going to keep running like this. It turned out there wasn't time, as once again she heard Genevieve's cry of alarm, and it was back to running again.