Sep 2, 2020
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{ 🍃 } — Nook twitches his nose to the putrid scent of fox fur and past mistakes. Lowering the sticks in his paws, he lets out a tense sigh, minding himself with a few rocks amongst the sand. No point making it seem like the very presence of him could throw him off his busy work.
(What had he been doing? Right, building a fishing rod. The sun began to set against the horizon, and some cooked fish would be really appetising by now.)
“Hm, this island is supposed to be relaxing,” he absently croons, tugging at a few vines he’d set aside and beginning to braid them together, taught and strong. “Well, hm, that was false advertising.”
