#3whitelines

Such a sudden boom of people was crazy. They werent sure where they were coming from, but regardless, they'd greet everyone. "Ay." The doll said, waving his paw lazily. Emerald bowed and smiled. "Hello."

((imma assume this is mad!kid I'm dealing with here.))

Stocking: *lying in bed, shivering. She takes her phone and starts texting.* [text from stocking cell] kiiiiiid~ I'm freezing. Can you come over and keep me warm~?

Of course it was Kid, it could only be Kid . There’s no way it could be anyone else, even suggesting it sounded absurd. The only problem was telling Kid about this. Would he freak out? Or would he not care?

"Greetings, fool! Have you come to give me my long overdue back massage?"

Miley looked at the small pieces of wood with interest. Sure she wouldn't be collecting soul tell next year, but still she wanted to see types of missions EAT students did. She was excited. Professor Sid had told her she could transfer at the start of the following year. The young meister was short. Standing about 4 feet 6 inches and if you saw her from behind she looked a great deal younger then she was. Her hair was long and chestnut brown. It lay like a curtain down her back. So thick you could not see the fresh clean fabric of her uniform.