...I found it like this. It smelled like saltwater, and some of the ink is running, but I can still read everything I wrote.
[He shifts a bit, turning his notebook toward Clamor so that he can see the crinkled pages, ink running through chicken-scratch and little doodles of cats alike. The text is, as Noah said, still legible — depending on if his handwriting can be deciphered anyway. He looks vaguely upset for a moment staring down at the notebook, brushing his fingers over some of the worst of the wrinkling, and shakes his head. Not gonna be upset over a notebook. Not gonna be upset...]
There's nothing telling about the time I spent here, either. The last thing I wrote was clearly back when we were in Elrianode...
thanks :)))
[He shifts a bit, turning his notebook toward Clamor so that he can see the crinkled pages, ink running through chicken-scratch and little doodles of cats alike. The text is, as Noah said, still legible — depending on if his handwriting can be deciphered anyway. He looks vaguely upset for a moment staring down at the notebook, brushing his fingers over some of the worst of the wrinkling, and shakes his head. Not gonna be upset over a notebook. Not gonna be upset...]
There's nothing telling about the time I spent here, either. The last thing I wrote was clearly back when we were in Elrianode...