pasta-nerd
Jackwas having just another one of his strolls through the woods,carrying what appeared to be a small backpack that was just perfect for his thin size. He always kept the contents of the backpack extremely organized, feeling slightly obsessive over feeling neat. He planned on finding a nice place to just sit and write perhaps a short story in braille - the only thing he was able to write in.
However a familiar scent interrupted his thoughts. He recognized it to be a.. friend. Midnight he believed?
He continued forward to greet her.









