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âIf you touch that, I promise you will regret it.â
Ciaraâs voice echoed off the concrete as they seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind the demigod who was getting a little too close for comfort to the painting set up theyâd made beside the Bones building. Ciara had no idea if their intentions were good, all they knew was those paintings were still mostly wet, so if they got knocked now itâd ruin them. âThatâs a bunch of my grade right there.â
@fates-startersâ
Witney had been passing by, trying to find someone in Bones that had some extra fabrics for her that day, and was delighted by the artwork that sat outside. Everyone in Bones always seemed to be super artsy, it must have just been where they seemed to gravitate. Witney would never do her work outside, out of a completely irrational fear of a bug somehow getting caught in fabric or leaves or dirt staining on it. âNot planning on it,â she called back, turning to the other with a smile. âIâm not about to stain my fingers with paint, I just got my nails done today.â













