Nextday has never seen anybody so small and made of paper before. At least, she's sure this little person is made of paper. And that he's alive. He has to be, doesn't he? He looks like he's moving around freely, without any string manipulating him.
Hmm. Perhaps a new case for Parables Unsolved?
She squints at him for a moment, brushing some of her short, brown, messy, unbrushed hair behind her ears, then takes out her notebook and starts writing in it. Whoever or whatever this little dude is, she wants to make note of it.
The quiet Day doesn't even offer a hello before making her notes.
Tiny may or may not notice that the irises of her eyes are glowing an unnatural yellow, and that her skin has a dead look to it, resembling wet copy paper in color. Dark rings outline her eyes, as if she hasn't slept in several days. Truth is, she hasn't - and that's because she's dead.
@the-haunted-office
“Hello mystery lady! Hello? Helloooooooooo!” Tiny jumps and waves from his perch on a table, trying to get her attention. When she starts writing, Tiny tries to jump up to see, not having much luck.
“Oooooh, whatcha writing? I wanna see!” He jumps one more time, but this time uses his power over paper to take the page with him, ripping it out of the notebook. It hovers in front of him as he reads it. “Hey, this is about me! I must have a fan! Hello me fan!”
