@murcbito || From Here
Despite the overly fitting confusion and shock, a rather calm expression sat on Camille’s face, slingshot readjusting so to rest her head in an open palm. Like this was just some regular Tuesday.
(“Well, I tried to. Tried to steal someone’s dog.”) Because that sure didn’t deserve any further explanation. (“In my defense, it was a really cute dog.”) No, no. She didn’t have any defense. You tried to steal someone’s dog. (“Think their name was Toby. At least, that’s what the owner yelled at me as she chased me down. I think Cottonball is a better name, but... something tells me she doesn’t wanna hear my suggestions after I tried my hand at puppynapping.”)
...This girl is an absolute nightmare.














