✏. Nimblejack
entreprenoir
Sketchbook was always happy. Even when someone said something wrong or drew outside the lines or had a face like Tony's. No matter what, her cheeks would be pulled into a smile and her tone would remain even, quaint and joyful. Isn't that what all good sketchbooks were supposed to do? And she was very best sketchbook of them all! But that didn't mean that other things or people couldn't be angry for her.
Fire could be angry for her. It could make things that annoyed her black, clean, gone and dead.
And although she couldn't burn down the whole city and the people in it down to ashes, she could at least toss the pieces of worthless green chalk she had been given into the slowly increasing blaze she had started. That much was therapeutic (although chalk was, surprisingly, not very flammable.) And it was while tossing these annoyingly long, thin sticks of filth that another annoying tall, thin, green person happen to come into view.
"Is it the smoke that's being deceitful? Or the fumes that are making me gleeful? I'll rub my eyes, I'll give a squint... what does my mind spy? I'll give you a hint! My friend is here! The stain is here! Hip, hip, hooray it's time for cheers! Did you hear the call of my return? Or are you simply here for your turn? Well c'mon, sit down, I wont talk to your knees. Come give your pal Sketchbook a squeeze."
