Oct 29, 2014
heroicthief onlyhadabrain inforxver
She was scribbling quickly, her pencil running back and forth over a small notebook. Her letters changed in size several times, but they stayed long and loopy.
Her scribbling sped up as if she was racing against a clock. She paused for just a moment and tapped the pencil against her chin in thought, and it went flying out of her hands and landed at someone's feet. Dorothy stood up and pointed to the pencil, obviously eager to keep writing.
"Hey, could you hand me that, please?"
