Baguettes? (closed rp //cursed-but-loved)
A regular day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for a new face. Silver hair and a particular scar. She wouldn't have even reacted if a little winged creature started gnawing on her baguette. Both were peculiar which means they had to be related. She walked over, "Excuse me, is this yours?" She held up the half chewed baguette with the Timcanpy on it's end.














