@ThatBackgroundSlytherin
(lol)
"Yep!" He grimaced.
(lol)
"Yep!" He grimaced.
(Hey hey do they still have the Narnia bag or nah.)
Lucille sighed.
(Yeah I think they do)
Lucille felt her back, she froze. “They’re complete idiots.”
"What?" Tyson squeezed his eyes shut because of the pain.
“I still have the Narnia backpack.” Lucille sighed.
"Oh good! That helps us how?"
Lucille looked at him and blinked. “Well for one we can properly wrap your broken leg. And I saw a pair of crutches in there.”
He took a deep breath. "Okay. Wait, crutches?"
“Yes.”
"Unbelievable." He clutched his leg. "Could you hurry?"
“Right,” Lucille said, getting out the dressing or something…
And she did the stuffs to wrap the leggg. And egg.
I’m sorry.
(Gosh, Hermione's bag from Deathly Hallows…)
(lol egg)
Tyson smiled. "Thanks."
“You’re welcome,” she grinned, “does it feel better?”
"A little. Especially with that paste you put on."
“That’s good to hear.” Lucille nodded.
Dexter had been shoved into the cell next to them and was currently shouting obscenities at the Fae.
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Do you have a handkerchief so i can shut him up?"
“No no, let him.”
Tyson stared at her. "Why?"
“Because if he continues, the Faes or whatever ar probably going to be pissed and beat him up themselves.”
"Oh good plan!" Tyson laughed.
Roger had had it. "LISTEN PAL! YOU BETTER SHUT IT OR I'LL SMASH YOUR FACE IN!"
Dexter fell silent, mumbling things to himself.
Lucille snickered.
Tyson laid back on the bench. "Did you get your butt handed to you Checkers?"
Silence from the other cell.
“He must be embarrassed.”
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